Amelie carefully arranged the fresh blooms in the vase of the hospital room. She turned her gaze toward her parents; David and Samyra looked as if they had aged a decade in a single night.
"Flora will wake up soon," Amelie said, though her own voice sounded small in the quiet room.
"There is no sign of it so far," David muttered, his hand trembling slightly as he rubbed his forehead. "The healers say her spirit is... Unreachable."
"You should have headed back to the palace, Amelie," Samyra added, her eyes red-rimmed from weeping. "Noah shouldn't be alone during all this chaos."
"Gabriel went to him," Amelie assured her, stepping closer to the bed where Flora lay perfectly still. "Flora will be airlifted shortly. Her reports are already being shared with the top doctors and healers in the capital. We are doing everything possible."
She reached out and squeezed her mother's hand, clinging to the hope that Flora would wake up soon.
