Olivia's POV
Two days later…
This was the sixth time today I had tried using my abilities on Lennox. Each time, I felt like I was slamming my soul against a brick wall. The healers whispered behind my back, telling me I was wasting my life force, that "locked-in" syndrome wasn't something you could simply wish away. But I didn't care. I believed in miracles. I had to.
"Lennox, I want to try again," I whispered, leaning over him.
I could see the look of deep worry in his eyes. It wasn't for himself; it was for me. He watched the way my hands trembled and how pale my skin had become from the constant drain of energy. I could tell he wanted to scream at me to stop, to protect myself, but for the first time in our lives, he couldn't push me away. His body was a silent, numb anchor.
"Don't look at me like that," I murmured, brushing a thumb over his brow. "I'm not giving up on you."
