Elijah's pov ;
I observed Ash in his slumber, his features still marked by the aftermath of his recent breakdown. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy from tears, and faint trails of water glistened on his rosy cheeks. Though his hiccups had ceased, a deep furrow remained etched between his brows. My gaze drifted to our entwined hands which he was holding tightly even in his unconscious state.
Seeing him like this, so fragile and broken subconsciously ignites a fierce emotion inside me. It felt so overwhelming and alongside it, I felt a heavy sense of guilt and a bitter truth that I was unable to find him soon. Again.
I broke the promise I made myself when I rescued him from that motel.
"Elijah, the doctor is here."
As the worn door creaked open, the doctor entered with Noah and my heart fluttered with trepidation. The doctor gave me a nod of acknowledgment before addressing me. "I need to check on Ash. Please step aside."
