Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Hospitalized

The hospital wing saw many sunrises.

Aria steadily improved. Her arm, while reattached, was weak and required magical rehabilitation, but it was healing at a steady pace. Her family remained close by with Julia helping her sit up, Lux brushing her hair, and Damian keeping a quiet, watchful eye on everyone. Well, on Kaiden, to be specific.

But Nyx...

Nyx’s condition remained unchanged.

Machines kept her breathing. Spells kept her blood circulating. The necrotic curse left by the vampire’s weapon made healing erratic and unstable. Even the famed S-tier healer Elysia, who brought Quinlan back from the brink of death after his duel with David, was struggling to stabilize her.

And with each passing day, the guilt in Luna’s eyes only deepened.

...

The serene moonlight streamed through the reinforced hospital window.

Kaiden, Bastet, and Aria were asleep, though none of them rested easily.

But Luna hadn’t slept at all.

Her eyes were bloodshot. Her body curled into itself on the chair beside Nyx’s bed, as if trying to become smaller, trying to disappear into her grief. She hadn’t spoken in hours. There were no more tears to shed, just the raw sting of guilt hollowing her chest.

The Space Valkyrie’s hand was clutched between both of hers.

Warmth, but shallow.

Alive, but fading.

Luna’s thumb gently stroked Nyx’s knuckles, with her lips trembling. "Please don’t do this to us, Nyx... We were just getting started... The real party didn’t even begin yet..."

Just the dull hum of machines.

Luna bowed her head forward so that her forehead was resting against the back of Nyx’s hand. Her shoulders trembled in silence.

"I can’t do this if you’re not here with us... None of us can..." she whispered. "I don’t care how strong we act. I don’t care what kind of power Kaiden has, or what kind of stunts Bastet pulls. You’re the glue, Nyx. The ruler of space, the most versatile combatant out of all of us. But you do so much more than that... You hold us together."

The silence stretched.

And stretched.

And stretched.

Luna’s voice cracked. "So please, I’m begging..."

She couldn’t finish.

The machines kept pulsing.

Unchanging.

Unfeeling.

She gripped Nyx’s hand tight. Tighter. Enough to hurt. As if she could force her will through the flesh and into Nyx’s soul.

Her breath hitched.

And then...

A flicker.

Not sound.

Just a single spike.

The monitor sounded.

A blip so faint it could have been a glitch. But Luna’s head shot up.

She froze. Eyes wide.

The room held its breath.

Then came another flicker.

This time, it was unmistakable.

A tiny twitch of Nyx’s fingers. Barely there.

A flutter of her lashes.

The subtlest shift in her chest, a breath no longer entirely borrowed from the machines and magic keeping her alive.

Luna’s voice broke into a sob-laugh hybrid, hand flying to her mouth. "No... no way... Nyx?!"

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