Vael's POV
I sat beside Lirien's bed like I did every single day.
This was the fourth week since the shooting. Every morning I came early, sat in the same chair, held his hand, and talked to him for hours. Davis and I took turns staying with him. We made sure one of us was always here. My mother came every day too as usual, bringing, homemade soup.
But Lirien still had not woken up.
The doctors said he was getting stronger. The gunshot wound on his chest was healing slowly. The three babies inside him were growing well too. Still, he stayed in that deep sleep, connected to machines that helped him breathe and kept his heart steady. Every day without his smile felt heavier than the last. Every night I went home feeling emptier.
