“Of course.”
He hesitates, glancing briefly at Russ.
Then back at me.
“They’re also moving the Delta Force team member to recovery,” he adds. “He’s asking for limited visitors once he’s fully awake.”
My gaze flicks back to Russ.
A silent question.
He nods once.
“He made it,” he says.
Relief floods through me.
Strong enough that it almost steals my breath.
“Good,” I whisper.
More than good.
Everything.
The medic steps back out.
The door closes again.
And just like that—
The world comes rushing back.
But something’s changed.
Something solid.
Something real.
I look back at Russ.
And this time—
I don’t hesitate.
I don’t second guess.
I don’t pull away.
Because whatever this is—
It’s not going anywhere.
And neither am I.
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