His voice dissolved into sobs.
Larus buried his face against her hand and cried—deep, wrenching sobs that shook his entire body.
Outside the medical wing, the physicians gathered in grim silence.
"How long does she have?" one asked quietly.
The head physician shook her head. "Unknown. She might wake tomorrow. She might never wake. The poison is completely unpredictable."
"And if she does wake?"
"Then we pray to whatever gods are listening that she's still herself."
Inside the room, Larus continued holding Heena's hand, whispering desperately:
"Come back to me. Please. I need you. The empire needs you. Come back. Please. Please."
But Heena remained still and silent, trapped somewhere between life and death, frozen in a prison of her own paralyzed body.
And no one knew if she would ever escape.
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Somewhere Far Above in the Sky - The Transmigration Bureau
