EVANDER'S POV The doors slid shut behind us, leaving only the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Queen Elena stopped beside me, her hand flying to her mouth as she saw Theodore lying on the hospital bed. He looked nothing like the Theodore I knew. His face was pale, his body almost lost beneath the white sheets. An oxygen mask covered his nose and mouth, while tubes connected his arms to the machines beside him. His stomach, which had been swollen with our child only hours ago, was now covered by a blanket. "Oh, Theo..." Elena whispered. She hurried to his bedside and sank into the chair beside him, taking his hand between hers. For a moment, she simply stared at him, gently rubbing his fingers as though trying to warm them. "Theo, sweetheart, it's Mom." Her voice broke as she brought his hand to her cheek. "I'm here now. You're safe." She waited, watching his face for a response. When none came, she kissed his knuckles and began crying. "Please, baby. Open your eyes for me.
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