Chapter 47-Countdown
Author: D.twister
last update2025-06-07 03:29:52

The hospital floor was quiet. Too quiet.

Elijah stood in front of the large window, his reflection faint against the glass, blending with the skyline of the city too loud to care.

The afternoon sun burned like fire outside, too hot and bright—but the air inside was freezing.

The AC hummed softly, but it made his skin prickle. He tugged at the blanket over his shoulder.

The entire floor had been cleared. No nurses. No visitors. Just him and Sienna.

She stood beside the hospital bed like a statue, arms folded.

He looked over his shoulder. “You’ve been standing there too long. Take a break, Sienna.”

She shook her head. “It’s my duty.”

Elijah gave her a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s your heart. That’s the problem.”

Sienna lowered her gaze. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then—distant noise.

Raised voices. Shouts. Cameras clicking

Elijah turned slightly, brows furrowed. “What’s with the noise?”

Sienna moved quickly toward the door, checking the monitor. “The p
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