Hayley's POV

One of the healers, an elderly woman with compassionate eyes, laid her hand on my shoulder. “We will give our best.”

I nodded as tears streamed down my cheeks, observing them carry Aiden away. Ryan stood next to me, his face serious. “He’s going to survive Hayley,” he said nevertheless. “It is a must.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “We did all we could,” I said at last. “Now it’s all about hoping.”

Ryan agreed, shaking his head, albeit fiercely. “He’s a soldier. He will come out strong.”

We remained in that hallway as the sounds of a medical team working intensively filled...