Lucian's POV...
"Are we compatible, Lucian?"
Her voice was so small, so fragile, like a child asking if the monsters under the bed were real. Like she already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway.
I didn't know what to say.
Are we compatible? The question lingered in the stale, antiseptic air of the hospital room, hanging between us like a guillotine blade.
I kept my forehead pressed to hers, feeling her tears dampen my skin, her hand trembling faintly in mine. The machines beeped steadily, a mechanical heartbeat that marked the passage of time, the fragility of it all.
My own heart raced, a frantic drumbeat beneath my chest.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
It didn't stop. It never stopped. But in that moment, it told me something I hadn't truly understood until now.
