Elijah's pov ;
I stood at his bedside, my heart thundering with worry as I watched him sleep. His little chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, but his brow was furrowed in deep concentration. I knew it wasn't true peace he was experiencing, only the temporary respite offered by the sedatives coursing through his body. My hand trembled as I reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face.
My love looks so delicate yet broken, just like the winter soft to the touch yet cold to the feel.
The doctor's words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain. "His current condition is concerning. He's experiencing severe anxiety and hallucinations. We need to dig deeper to understand the root cause."
I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my chest since we arrived at the hospital. And seeing him lying here, so vulnerable and helpless, made it even more real.
