Chapter 52
Mira’s POV
The hospital room felt colder than usual, and my body ached with every small movement. I blinked against the pale light filtering through the blinds. My head was pounding, my limbs were weak, and the bandage on my temple itched. I heard the faint beep of the machines monitoring my vitals and sighed, wishing I could rip the wires off and leave.
I hated hospitals. They were too quiet, too sterile. They made me feel trapped, and I needed to be free. I needed to be anywhere but here.
A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, and the nurse stepped in, carrying a small tray. “Good morning, Mira,” she said with a kind smile. “The doctor has ordered some vitamins and medication to help with your recovery. This will go through your IV.”
I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. She moved with practiced efficiency, connecting the syringe to the IV line. I felt a cold sensation flow through my arm, making me shiver slightly.
“You’ll feel better soon,” the nurse said, adjusting the drip. “But you need rest, and you need to eat.”
“I just want to go home,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her smile softened, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she checked the monitor one last time before leaving. Alone again, I leaned back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling.
The doctor had mentioned my mother earlier, saying her condition was still critical. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, lying in another room, fighting for her life. My heart ached with worry. I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes.
Moon Goddess, I prayed silently, please let her survive. Don’t take her away from me. She’s all I have left.
I didn’t know how long I sat there, lost in my thoughts, but the sound of footsteps pulled me back to reality. I turned my head and saw Killian standing in the doorway. His dark eyes softened when they met mine, but I looked away, unable to meet his gaze for too long.
“Mira,” he said, stepping closer. “How are you feeling?”
“Weak,” I replied bluntly. I didn’t mean to sound harsh, but I didn’t have the energy to sugarcoat my words. He nodded, his jaw tightening. “The doctor said you are improving. A few more days, and you can leave.” I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to stay here for a few more days. I wanted to leave now. But I knew my body wasn’t ready, and arguing wouldn’t change that.
Killian sat down in the chair beside my bed, his presence both comforting and suffocating. He had saved me, yes, but that didn’t erase the past. It didn’t erase the pain he’d caused me before.
“You don’t have to talk,” he said after a long silence. “But I just want you to know that I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”
I glanced at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. He looked tired, his face lined with worry. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt for my coldness. But then I remembered everything that had happened–his betrayal, the lies, the heartbreak. I couldn’t just forget all of that.
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“Thank you,” I said quietly, more out of politeness than genuine gratitude.
Days passed in a blur of medications, check–ups, and restless sleep. The doctor finally gave me the green light to leave, and I nearly cried with relief. I didn’t care how weak I still felt–I just wanted to be out of this
place.
Killian arrived to pick me up. He held the door open as I stepped out into the cool afternoon air, my legs trembling beneath me. He reached out to steady me, but I pulled away, determined to stand on my own.
“I’m fine,” I said sharply, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.
He nodded but stayed close, his hand hovering near my elbow as we made our way to the car. Once we were inside, I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes.
The car ride was silent at first, save for the hum of the engine. I could feel Killian glancing at me from time to time, but I kept my gaze fixed out the window. The world outside seemed so alive–trees swayed in the wind, people walked along the streets, cars passed us by. I envied their normalcy, their obliviousness to the chaos that had consumed my life.
“I know you’re worried about your mom,” Killian said suddenly, breaking the silence.
I stiffened but didn’t respond.
“She’ll be okay,” he continued, his voice soft. “She is strong, just like you.”
I wanted to believe him, but doubt gnawed at me. What if she didn’t make it? What if I lost her forever? The thought was too much to bear, so I pushed it aside, burying it deep within me.
“Thanks,” I muttered, not looking at him.
He glanced at me again, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Mira,” he said after a moment, “I know you don’t trust me. And I know I have hurt you. But I swear to you, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things
right.”
I turned to face him, my eyes narrowing. “You can’t undo the past, Killian. You can’t just erase what happened.”
“I know,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “But I can try to fix things now. I can try to be better–for you.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. Part of me wanted to believe him, to hold onto the hope that he could change. But another part of me, the part that had been broken too many times, refused to let my guard down. The rest of the drive passed in awkward silence. When we finally reached my house, Killian parked the car and turned to me. “Do you need help getting inside?” he asked.
“No,” I said quickly, already reaching for the door handle.
He sighed but didn’t argue. “If you need anything, just call me.”
I nodded and stepped out of the car, my legs still shaky. As I made my way to the front door, I could feel his eyes on me. I didn’t turn around.
Once inside, I collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion washing over me. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts- about my mom, about Aaron, about Killian. He had claimed Aaron was dead, but I wasn’t sure if I believed him. Aaron was ruthless and cunning. It seemed too easy, too convenient, for him to be gone just like that. I hoped Killian was telling the truth. I hoped Aaron was truly gone, that he wouldn’t come back to haunt me.
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But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over.
For now, though, I would rest. I would gather my strength and pray to the Moon Goddess for guidance. Because no matter what happened next, I needed to be ready.
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