With that.
Her parents and Carter stormed out, slamming the heavy door behind them.
The loud crash echoed, and then absolute silence descended on the hospital room.
Kirsten leaned back against the plush pillows.
She turned her face away to stare blankly out the window.
"You should go too."
Gian stood motionless beside the bed, his gaze tracing the pale curve of her cheek.
He raised his hand, desperately wanting to brush the tangled hair from her forehead, but he froze in mid-air. Slowly, he pulled back.
He gently adjusted her blanket.
"Okay. Try not to overthink. Just rest."
His voice was a low, soothing murmur. "The doctor said it was just severe exhaustion and low blood sugar. You’ll be fine, you just need quiet."
He turned and walked out, not lingering for another second.
Kirsten took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut.
The next morning.
Gian returned very early.
Kirsten’s eyes landed on him immediately.
He was still wearing the same tailored suit from yesterday. The dark circles under his eyes were pronounced, and his bloodshot gaze mirrored her own. It was obvious he hadn't gone home to sleep.
Her stomach twisted with conflicting emotions. She wanted to say something, but the words died in her throat. Finally, she forced out a cold, distant sentence. "You didn't have to come."

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