Lucian
We stood in silence for a while then my father left. No more words left to say.
Hours passed. Then a nurse came in, checked Mara’s vitals, and carefully began disconnecting her from the machines.
“She’s fully healed,” she said. “Just give it time. The sedatives will wear off soon.”
I nodded and sat back down on the couch, eyes fixed on her—waiting.
Eventually, her fingers twitched.
Her eyelashes fluttered.
She blinked slowly, then more deliberately, her eyes scanning the ceiling. She was trying to piece it all together.
I stood and moved closer, gently brushing my lips against her forehead.
She turned her head slowly and looked at me. Blinked again. Focused.
“Hey,” I said softly.
She smiled faintly. “We didn’t die?”
Even now, she joked.
That was Mara. Always finding lig
