Chapter 139 The Quiet Escape

• Elena’s POV
• The pale dawn light slipped through the half-open blinds, streaking across the hospital floor like broken glass. The beeping machines around her whispered softly the kind of sterile rhythm that reminded Elena she was still alive. Barely.
• She lay still for a while, staring at the ceiling. Her body ached in places she didn’t even know could ache. Her throat burned from the oxygen mask, and every breath felt too loud, too heavy. The events of last night fluttered at the edges of her memory Leo’s angry face, the shouting, the dizziness, and then… nothing.