Chapter 176

ELORA’S POV It’s been three days already. Three days since Lucian was admitted into this hospital. Three days since a doctor looked me in the eye and told me he had lost the will to live. And three days since I started lying to his grandmother, telling her everything was fine while my world quietly fell apart. In those three days, I haven’t moved an inch from this place. Not even once. Despite the doctors telling me I needed rest, despite Aiden insisting I go home, despite Selene practically begging me every night to at least go home and sleep for a few hours. I couldn’t. I won’t. Because when Lucian wakes up…when, not if…I need to be here. I need him to open his eyes and see me. Not an empty room. Not strangers. Not a doctor or a nurse. Me. The hospital room smells like antiseptic and quiet despair. The machines hum softly, reminding me every second that his life is no longer in his control. Tubes, wires, the slow rise and fall of his chest…it all feels wrong. Lucian Weston was never