Third Person POV
Time seemed to slow down into an agonizing crawl. Hours flew by, and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound in the room. Daisy remained glued to her spot between Donovan and Nick's beds, her eyes fixed on their still forms, searching for any sign of life, any slight movement. But there was nothing. They remained as they had been for hours—pale, unmoving, their breaths shallow.
Anxiety clawed at her, twisting her gut and leaving her breathless. She refused to leave their side, ignoring Luna Skyla, who kept begging her to eat and rest. Food held no appeal; sleep felt like a betrayal. All that mattered was staying with them, hoping they would wake up.
Luna Skyla watched Daisy with concern. Her adopted daughter's face was pale and sunken, her eyes clo
