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“Stay with me,” I whisper again.
But this time—
He doesn’t answer.
24
Mila
Location: Military Hospital — Recovery Wing
Time: Unknown
The machines won’t stop beeping.
Soft.
Steady.
Too steady.
Like nothing happened.
Like he’s not lying there—
burning up with fever.
Fighting something I can’t see.
I sit beside his bed.
Haven’t moved in hours.
Maybe longer.
I don’t even know anymore.
Time feels… irrelevant here.
Like the world stopped the second they wheeled him through those doors.
“They said he’s stable.”
The doctor’s words echo in my head.
Stable.
I hate that word.
Because stable doesn’t mean safe.
It doesn’t mean he’s okay.
It doesn’t mean he’s coming back to me.
I lean forward slightly.
Careful.
