Lucian and Damien stepped out of the ward, their voices fading down the hallway as they argued over which fruits to buy. Georgia stayed by May’s bedside, still holding her hand gently.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you awake,” Georgia said softly, her eyes still glistening. “You have no idea what it felt like walking into that room every day and seeing you just… lying there.”
May’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You did,” Georgia admitted, squeezing her hand lightly. “Not just me. Lucian and Damien too. They were both worried sick about you, even though they’d never admit it.”
May let out a small laugh that sounded like music after days of silence. “Yeah, I can imagine Lucian trying to act calm while secretly pacing outside. And Damien… I’m sur
