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I freeze.
My head lifts instantly.
“Jase?”
Nothing.
No response.
No movement.
Just…that tiny shift I’m not even sure was real.
My heart pounds.
Hope surges too fast.
Too strong.
“Hey… hey, I’m here,” I say quickly, squeezing his hand.
“You’re okay. You made it. You’re—”
My voice breaks.
I stop.
Breathe.
Try again.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
Silence.
Again.
But it feels different now.
Like he’s closer.
Like he’s—
fighting.
I lean back in the chair.
Still holding his hand.
Still not letting go.
“I should probably let you rest,” I whisper.
But I don’t move.
Don’t stand.
Don’t leave.
