Chapter 92 Alexander

• “You’re already recovering, thanks to the gods… the surgery was a success, and your recovery has surprised everyone,” the doctor reports, his tone full of pride and satisfaction.
• I’m lying on the hospital bed. The room is spacious, with just enough decoration to keep it from feeling completely depressing. I try to focus on the doctor’s words as much as I can, but my mind is elsewhere. I need to know about Aria. If she’s okay.
• The doctor’s words blend into the persistent buzzing in my ears. I try to listen, but my impatience grows. With every passing second, my heart races—not from tension over my recovery but from the sheer anxiety building inside me. The moment the doctor finishes his detailed report about my care, a nurse appears at the door. Her presence is a welcome distraction, and when she announces I have a visitor, my breath catches for a moment. The hope that it might be Aria flickers to life, a rare and fragile light.