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189. The Calm Before The Storm
Author: Kayysemiu023
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Slowly, the world returned in pieces.

A dull ache pulsed through Van’s shoulder first, then the sting of dryness in his throat. The sound of beeping. Soft voices from around him. The antiseptic smell of a hospital room.

His eyelids were heavy, but the moment he forced them open, the first thing he saw was her.

Ivy.

She sat at the edge of his bed, eyes red from crying too much, her fingers laced tightly with his. Her head was bowed, her other hand gently resting on her stomach. Her body was still, but tension radiated off her like heat.

“Ivy…” His voice came out rough and hoarse.

At the sound of his voice, her head immediately shot up, eyes wide as she stared at him. “Van?”

He gave a slight nod, wincing at the way his muscles screamed in protest.

“You’re awake,” she whispered, like she couldn’t believe it. Her fingers tightened around his. “You’re really awake.”

He managed a small smile. “I told you… I’d be okay.”

“Idiot,” she muttered, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she leaned i
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