Davis's POV
The hospital room was finally quiet.
Not the kind of quiet that came from fear or tension. It was the quiet that followed after a long battle had finally ended.
I sat beside Lirien's bed in a hard plastic chair, unable to take my eyes off him.
The room was dim except for the soft glow of the medical equipment. The steady beeping of the monitors filled the silence, reminding me that he was safe. Every rise and fall of his chest eased the fear that had gripped my heart for hours.
Lirien looked exhausted.
His pale silver hair spread across the pillow, and his skin looked almost translucent beneath the bright hospital lights. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his lips had lost much of their usual color.
But he was alive.
And because of him, our children were alive too.
I carefully reached out and brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead.
He didn't wake.
