#Chapter 113: Medical Crisis and Emotional Breakdown

Aurora's POV The medical wing's chaos reminded me of a disaster zone. Healers rushed between beds like they were fighting time itself. Some patients groaned from silver burns. Others lay deathly still while physicians worked frantically over them. Kane refused to budge from my bedside. The man had stubbornly planted himself in that uncomfortable chair, refusing to move for anyone or anything. Even when Dr. Ashford assured him my injuries weren't serious, Kane stayed put. His eyes tracked every movement the healers made around me. "The silver burn will heal cleanly enough," Dr. Ashford said, cleaning my wound with practiced efficiency. "But you need rest. No using that arm for several days minimum. Silver poisoning slows our natural healing to a crawl." Kane nodded without looking away from my face. I watched emotions war across his features like storm clouds. Guilt. Terror. His hands kept clenching and unclenching repeatedly. Kane seemed like he was on the verge of falling