Gini's panic had hardly subsided even after they were safely back inside the manor. Jonah's unconscious state was a constant source of worry, and the sight of his blood still fresh in her mind. As she knelt beside him, her hands shaking, she realized she needed to get him to a more comfortable place. The couch was hardly suitable for someone who might need rest and medical attention.Looking around frantically, Gini spotted a wheelchair in the corner of the room. It was old and dusty, probably unused for years, but it would have to do. She struggled to get Jonah into the wheelchair, his weight a challenge for her petite frame. Her heart raced with each movement, terrified she might hurt him further. But she managed, and soon they were on their way to his room.The journey felt interminable. Every bump and jolt of the wheelchair made Gini wince, fearful that she might be causing him more pain. Jonah remained unconscious, his face pale and his breathing shallow. Gini's mind raced with what-ifs, every worst-case scenario flashing before her eyes. She pushed the wheelchair down the long, dimly lit corridors, the manor's eerie silence amplifying her anxiety. The storm outside continued to rage, the sound of the wind and rain providing a relentless backdrop to her fears.Finally, they reached Jonah's room. It was a large, stately room, befitting the owner of the manor. Gini carefully maneuvered Jonah onto the bed, struggling with his dead weight. She was exhausted, but the adrenaline kept her going. Once Jonah was lying down, Gini took a moment to catch her breath, her hands on her knees.She knew she needed to address his injuries. The first aid kit was in the bathroom, and she hurried to retrieve it. Her hands trembled as she applied antiseptic to the cut on his forehead, gently cleaning away the blood. The wound was deep, and she worried it might need stitches, but there was no way to get to a hospital in this weather. She did her best to bandage it, her eyes burning with unshed tears.Jonah's clothes were soaked, and Gini knew she had to get him out of them to prevent hypothermia. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of awkwardness, but she pushed it aside. This was a matter of necessity. She gently peeled off his wet clothes, her fingers fumbling with the buttons and zippers. She found a clean shirt and sweatpants in his closet and dressed him with as much care as she could muster. Once he was dressed, she covered him with blankets, hoping to keep him warm.Finally, Gini took a moment to look after herself. She was drenched, her clothes clinging to her skin, and her hair was a tangled mess. She found some dry clothes in her own room and changed quickly, barely pausing to dry herself off. Her mind was still focused on Jonah, her worry overriding everything else. She returned to his room, unwilling to leave him alone.Gini settled into a chair beside the bed, her eyes fixed on Jonah's face. His breathing was steady, but his expression was strained, even in sleep. She reached out and touched his hand, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Anger, guilt, fear—all of them swirled together, making her head spin. She hadn't meant for any of this to happen. The mirror, the fight, the storm—it all seemed so insignificant now compared to the fear of him being dead.As the night wore on, Gini found herself unable to keep her eyes off Jonah. She kept checking his breathing, her anxiety refusing to let her rest. She couldn't stop thinking about the broken mirror, her grandmother, and the anger that had consumed her. She felt a pang of guilt every time she remembered how she had slapped him. She had been so caught up in her own emotions, her own grief, that she hadn't stopped to consider Jonah's feelings.Now that he was being quiet for once, she discovered how dreary that place seemed. It's emptiness began to eat away at her.Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, but sleep eluded her. Every time she started to drift off, a new wave of worry would wash over her, jolting her awake. She ended up lying down on the carpeted floor beside Jonah's bed, pulling a blanket over herself. The floor was hard and uncomfortable, but Gini didn't care. She needed to be close to him, to make sure he was okay.As dawn approached, Gini finally succumbed to her exhaustion. Her eyes closed, and she fell into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with images of Jonah and the storm. She was so tired she didn't even notice when Jonah stirred beside her.Jonah's head felt like it was splitting open. A sharp, throbbing pain welcomed him back to consciousness, and he groaned softly. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened. The last thing he recalled was being out in the storm, arguing with Gini. Then there was pain, and darkness.As his eyes fluttered open, Jonah was greeted by the dim light of morning filtering through the curtains. The room slowly came into focus, and with it, the memories of the previous night. He reached up to touch his forehead, wincing as his fingers brushed against the bandage. He felt weak and disoriented, his mind still fuzzy from the pain.Then he noticed Gini. She was lying on the floor beside the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her face peaceful in sleep. Jonah's heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he had seen her looking so serene, without the usual frown or fiery glare. There was something almost ethereal about her, lying there with her ebony black hair spread out around her.Jonah felt a surge of guilt and something else, something he couldn't quite name. He had been so caught up in their arguments, in his own frustrations, that he hadn't really seen her. Not like this. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trembling slightly. She stirred at his touch, and a small smile tugged at her lips. Jonah's breath caught in his throat. She was so beautiful when she smiled, even in her sleep.For a moment, Jonah was lost in the sight of her. The lines of her face, the softness of her features—he found himself captivated. He had never taken the time to notice these things before. They had spent so much time fighting, caught up in a whirlwind of hostility and misunderstandings. But now, seeing her like this, he felt something shift inside him.Jonah knew part of their animosity was his fault. He had been so stubborn, so determined to keep her at arm's length, that he hadn't realized the impact it was having on her. He had treated her poorly, teased her mercilessly, and now, looking at her, he felt a pang of regret. She deserved better than that. He had been too focused on his own problems, his own anger, to see the person beneath the surface.As he watched her sleep, Jonah felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. It was as if the barriers they had built between them had crumbled, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Jonah's heart ached with a mixture of emotions—guilt, regret, and something else, something deeper.He reached out again, this time tracing the line of her jaw with his fingertips. Gini murmured something in her sleep, shifting slightly. Jonah felt a surge of protectiveness, a desire to shield her from everything that had happened, everything that might happen. He didn't know what the future held, but in that moment, he knew he didn't want to lose her.Gini stirred again, and Jonah quickly pulled his hand back, feeling a rush of embarrassment. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized how close he had gotten to her. He felt a flush of warmth in his cheeks and quickly looked away, focusing on the ceiling.But his gaze was drawn back to Gini. He couldn't help himself. There was something about her that fascinated him, something he hadn't noticed before. He reached out one last time, gently stroking her hair. She sighed softly, her lips parting in a small smile. Jonah felt his heart skip a beat.He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Whatever was happening between them, it was complicated and messy. They had a lot of unresolved issues, a lot of anger and hurt. But in that moment, all of that seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, alone in the quiet aftermath of the storm.Jonah's hand stilled, and he sighed, feeling the exhaustion of the night catch up with him. He was still weak, his head throbbing with pain, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Instead, he lay back on the bed, his eyes still on Gini. As he drifted off to sleep, his fingers absently traced circles on her neck, a gentle, comforting gesture. As sleep claimed him, Jonah's last thoughts were of Gini. He knew they had a lot to work through, a lot of healing to do, but for the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope. They had survived the storm, both the one outside and the one between them. And maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to weather whatever came next.But neither of them knew the foreboding fate awaiting them.