Chapter 787

She was straddling Aiden, her hands pressed firmly against his chest in a rhythmic motion. Again and again. Beside them, Noel and Soren watched with growing anxiety. Willow herself was at the end of her strength, her movements growing weaker with each compression. Her technique lacked the precision they could have offered. Yet every time they thought to step in and take over, the fierce determination shining through her tear-filled eyes stopped them cold. The words died in their throats. Deep down, a sense of despair had begun to take root in their hearts—a quiet resignation that their captain might be beyond saving. But the unwavering faith reflected in Willow’s gaze told them otherwise. This seemingly fragile young woman held a resilience they hadn’t anticipated. She believed, with every fiber of her being, that Aiden would wake up. “Aiden…” Willow gently parted his lips, breathing life into him as her heart whispered pleas only he could hear. *Can you hear me? Do you remember your p