For the following weeks, Livia’s life settled into an exhausting but strangely fulfilling rhythm. She worked her shifts at the hospital during the day, balancing her studies when she could, and every night, without fail, she returned to Henry’s room. No matter how tired she was, she sat by his side, holding his hand and whispering to him as though her voice alone could guide him back to consciousness.
The medical staff quickly grew accustomed to her presence. Initially, there had been quiet murmurs of disapproval, but as the days passed, those whispers transformed into speculative gossip. The rumor that she could be Henry’s mate spread through the hospital like wildfire. Some found the idea heartwarming, while others, those still clinging to old prejudices, looked on with skepticism. Livi
