(Tony POV)

I couldn't stop watching the monitors tracking Lily's vitals. Every beep, every irregular rhythm made my chest tighten with a fear I hadn't felt since the day Anna died.

"Mr. Stark, you should go home," the night nurse said gently. "It's been three days. You need rest."

"I'm fine," I replied, not taking my eyes off Lily's pale, bruised face. She looked so small in that hospital bed, connected to tubes and wires that kept her alive.

Three days since we'd pulled her from that house of horrors. Three days since I'd seen the fear in her eyes when she looked up at me from the top of...