"Open your eyes now. Open your eyes, Lyra!" Elara demanded. She leaned over Lyra, who remained stubbornly limp and unconscious. "See who is in front of you before you kill someone else you love!"
She seethed desperately, her body shaking with a rage she could barely conceal. A few days ago, perhaps Lyra could have been roused back to consciousness with these actions. But her condition had worsened with every passing day. And now, even with her ragged breaths and groans of pain, Lyra remained lost to the world.
Her eyes remained closed, hidden away from Elara's sight, and when she opened her mouth, only names she didn't want to hear came from Lyra's mouth.
Elara saw this as a personal insult. She felt Lyra was stubbornly refusing to give her the attention she deserved. It made Elara feel like she was losing her mind. She wanted to shake the truth out of her, but Lyra was too far gone to hear.
"Alex…" Lyra murmured painfully. She spoke the name longingly in her haze.
