Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661: Worked

Olivia’s POV

​Two days later...

​This was the sixth time today I had tried using my abilities on Lennox. Each time, I felt like I was slamming my soul against a brick wall. The healers whispered behind my back, telling me I was wasting my life force, that "locked-in" syndrome wasn’t something you could simply wish away. But I didn’t care. I believed in miracles. I had to.

​"Lennox, I want to try again," I whispered, leaning over him.

​I could see the look of deep worry in his eyes. It wasn’t for himself; it was for me. He watched the way my hands trembled and how pale my skin had become from the constant drain of energy. I could tell he wanted to scream at me to stop, to protect myself, but for the first time in our lives, he couldn’t push me away. His body was a silent, numb anchor.

​"Don’t look at me like that," I murmured, brushing a thumb over his brow. "I’m not giving up on you."

​I took a deep breath, centering every ounce of power I possessed. I placed my hands firmly on his chest, right over his heart, and closed my eyes. I didn’t just send a spark this time; I poured out every inch of my ability. I envisioned the light traveling through his dormant nerves, knitting back the connections the cancer had tried to sever, forcing life into the places that had gone cold.

​My head throbbed, and a faint whistle started in my ears. I felt myself slipping, my knees buckling as the exhaustion threatened to pull me under. I sighed, my breath hitching in my throat, ready to collapse—

​And then, I felt it.

​A warmth. A slow, tentative pressure.

​I felt a hand—solid and real—caressing my arm, sliding up from my wrist to my elbow.

​My eyes snapped open. I gasped, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. Lennox’s hand was moving. It wasn’t a twitch or a spasm. His fingers were curled against my skin, his touch gentle but certain.

​He looked up at me, the terror and the "locked" look gone from his eyes. He took a shaky, raspy breath, and then, the impossible happened.

​"I think..." he croaked, his voice raw from disuse but unmistakably his. "I think I got back my movement."

​A sob of pure, hysterical joy broke from my throat. "Lennox!"

​I screamed his name and threw myself onto him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I hugged him with everything I had, and to my utter disbelief, he hugged me back. His arms were weak, shaking with the effort of the motion, but they were around me. He was holding me.

​"You’re moving," I wailed into his shoulder, my tears flowing freely. "You’re moving, Lennox!"

​I felt him nuzzle his head against mine, his breath warm against my ear.

​"Thank you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as he tightened his grip as much as his fading strength would allow. "Thank you for not giving up... thank you, Olivia."

​The machines were still beeping, and the cancer was still there, but in this moment, I was happy.

​The doctors and healers rushed into the room, their faces etched with pure shock. They moved toward the bed with stethoscopes and scanners, but Lennox held up a shaky hand, stopping them.

​"I am fine," he rasped, his voice gaining a bit more strength with every breath. "I just... I want to speak to my mate."

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