Elena's POV
The day progressed, Killian's strength slowly returned. He sat up in bed, supported by pillows, regaling us with his version of the events that had transpired during his unconsciousness, a mixture of dreams and hazy recollections.
"Thank you," he said, his gaze meeting mine. "For staying by my side."
I squeezed his hand gently, unable to find the words to express the relief coursing through me. "Always, Killian. We're a team, remember?"
Justin, who had been quietly playing with a toy nearby, suddenly piped up. "Papa, you're the bravest!"
Killian ruffled Justin's hair affectionately. "No, buddy, you're the brave one. You took care of Mom and Grandma when I couldn't."
Grandma Laura chimed in, "We all took care of each other, just like a family should."
