Chapter 84 The Trauma

• Nicholas’s POV
• It was the next morning, and Hazel still hadn’t woken up.
• I hadn’t slept all night. I stayed right beside her bed, holding her hand, watching every small rise and fall of her chest. The hospital room felt too quiet, the machines beeping softly like a constant reminder that she was still fighting. My eyes burned from staring at her pale face for hours, but I couldn’t look away. Every minute she stayed unconscious felt like another knife in my gut. I kept whispering to her, begging her silently to open her eyes.