The dim light in Raymond’s room barely illuminated the lines of worry etched across Emilia’s face as she sat beside him. It had been days since he had collapsed, and every hour of waiting had felt like an eternity. She had stayed by his side, her thoughts filled with worry and fragments of painful memories, constantly haunted by the fear that she might lose him.

But then, she noticed his fingers twitch slightly, followed by a faint movement of his eyelids. Her heart skipped, and she leaned in, grasping his hand.

"Raymond?” she whispered, hope thick in her voice. "Are you awake?"

Raymond’s eyes fluttered open, squinting as he adjusted...