Aria's POV
After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the doctor finally came out, saying we could see him. I barely registered his words before I bolted toward Regan's ward, heart racing as I pushed the door open. The sight inside made me stagger back, my hands flying to my mouth in shock.
Regan lay on the hospital bed, his face pale against the stark white sheets, tubes and monitors surrounding him, beeping softly in rhythm with his heartbeat. It felt wrong—so, so wrong to see him like this. Regan never liked hospitals, always hating the sterile smell and the cold, impersonal atmosphere. He had always been so full of life, so resilient, and now… seeing him lying there, so still, tore me apart.
