Stopped existing.
His hollow eyes stared at her lifeless body.
His lips parted. But no sound came.
Nothing.
Absolutely and literally nothing he could do.
He'd follow her.
He'd follow her to whatever hell had claimed her.
BEEP.
“Wait—”
BEEP.
Another.
Then another.
The doctor’s head snapped toward the monitor. His eyes widened.
“No… no way…” Another doctor looked at the screen, then at Amara, then back again.
“…Holy heavens.”
The doctor leaned forward quickly, checking her pupils, pulse. Checking everything.
He looked back straight at Kaelith. A disbelieving smile slowly touched his lips.
“This…” He shook his head. “This is medically impossible.”
Another nurse covered her mouth, tears flooding her eyes. The doctor exhaled sharply.
“…It’s a miracle.”
Kaelith’s breathing turned ragged. His dark eyes slowly moved toward Amara.
Her fingers moved. Just slightly. Tiny. Barely noticeable.
But to him… It felt like the earth had shifted.
“Move him back,” the doctor ordered quickly. “Give her space.”
Kaelith didn’t move. Couldn’t to be more precise.
Two nurses gently pulled him backward.
His boots dragged against the floor.
His eyes never left her.
Her lashes fluttered.
Amara opened her eyes and a sharp breath tore from Kaelith’s chest. His pupils dilated. His entire body went rigid.
