MERIDA.

I sat beside Lukan's bed staring at his still face. The room was quiet ,except for the steady beeping of the machines

His hand felt cold in mine, and I squeezed it gently ,hoping for a response, anything to tell me he was still in there, fighting.

My head throbbed beneath the bandage, a reminder of the accident that put him here. I winced as I shifted in my chair, trying to ignore the ache in my ribs. It was hard to feel any comfort sitting in this room, seeing him like this.

My heart twisted, the pain from the accident mixing with the fear of losing him.

I...