I knew I had to leave the hospital eventually, but tearing myself away from Regan's side felt like trying to leave a part of me behind. Mom, Owen, and Regan's parents tried to reassure me, urging me to rest and take care of myself. Regan's father had even gone out to get food for everyone, but the thought of eating or resting felt foreign.
Magnus, who had been standing by my side through it all, gently took my hand. "Let me take you home," he whispered, his voice soft yet firm. "I've already taken care of everything here."
I looked down, taking in the sight of my clothes—bloodstained and wrinkled, a painful reminder of everything that had happened. Magnus's clothes were in a similar state, showing the toll of the night. I knew he was right; I needed to leave, if only to reset and prepare myself for the long journey ahead. Reluctantly, I nodded, agreeing to go with him. But as we were about to step out, Mom stopped us.
