A day later, after much pleading and assurance from Rain that she would follow the rules, the doctors finally allowed her to visit Alexander inside the ICU.
She was in a wheelchair, still weak from her injuries, but her resolve was stronger than ever.
Sanya wheeled her to the door, pausing just before entering. "Rain, remember, don't overexert yourself. The machines monitor everything, so if his vitals spike, we'll need to step out," Sanya reminded her gently.
Rain nodded, her eyes fixed on Alexander through the glass. "I understand. Thank you, Sanya."
The door slid open with a soft hiss, and the sterile scent of the ICU greeted her. Machines beeped rhythmically, and the sight of Alexander lying there, motionless, with tubes and monitors surrounding him, made her heart ache.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to break down again. Sanya parked her wheelchair beside the bed and quietly stepped out, giving her privacy.
