The room was dimly lit, the flickering light from an old lamp casting long shadows across the worn wooden walls. Bryan stood by the doorway, watching Stella as she sat beside Emma's bed. The young girl lay there, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The battle had taken a toll on her small body, and Bryan could sense the weight of Stella's emotions.
"You don't have to worry too much," Bryan said softly as he approached Stella. "It will take days before she wakes up, but she will wake up. Her healing process is slower because she's still just a kid—and a hybrid at that. She hasn't gone through her first transformation yet. Internally, she's still mending."
Stella nodded, her eyes never leaving Emma's face. The worry etched in her features was unmistakable. "Thank you, Bryan. I really appreciate everything you've done."
