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~Bella's POV
The hospital room was eerily silent except for the rhythmic beeping of Mia's heart monitor. I sat beside her, my fingers gently curled around hers, my thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on her cool skin. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling steadily, but I knew she wasn't okay…not yet. The doctors said she was stable, but that didn't ease the ache in my chest.
I sighed, leaning back against the chair. "You have to wake up soon, Mia," I whispered, more to myself than to her. "Everything's different now. The world has changed… and I want you to see it."
My voice cracked on the last word, and I quickly blinked away the tears threatening to spill. I had to be strong. For her. For myself. But sitting in this sterile room, surrounded by the suffocating scent of antiseptic and lost hope, I felt more alone than ever.
