Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293

RILEY

I watched through the hospital windows as Lumina, Lyn, and Lynn pulled into the parking lot, their faces flushed with cold air and something else I couldn’t quite identify. There was a lightness to their movements, a sense of completion that hadn’t been there when

they’d left earlier.

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I didn’t ask where they’d gone. I’d learned that adults had their own business, their own secrets, and that pressing for information usually led to uncomfortable conversations about things I wasn’t ready to understand. Instead, I focused on what mattered – Lake was still breathing, still fighting whatever battle was happening inside his unconscious mind, and our transport to Silver Creek had been finalized for tomorrow morning.

The antiseptic smell of the hospital had become as familiar as breathing, a chemical constant that followed me from room to room as I moved through my carefully structured routine. Three days since my collapse, two days since the “deal” with Lumina had been struck, and I was learning to navigate this new reality where my basic needs were bargaining chips and my cooperation was currency.

I sat in the chair beside Lake’s bed, my hand resting lightly on his arm where the IV line disappeared under medical tape. His skin felt warm under my fingertips, a reassurance that he was still here, still fighting.

Outside Lake’s room, I could hear the low murmur of adult conversations – logistics and arrangements, medical protocols and transport schedules. They were planning to move us all back to Silver Creek, back to a place that felt more like a memory than a home. The thought should have bothered me more than it did, but most emotions felt muted these days, filtered through layers of exhaustion and therapy sessions.

Dr. Sloane had insisted on adding anti-anxiety medication to my daily medication after my collapse, explaining in her careful, professional voice that my body needed help processing the trauma I’d experienced.

The pills made everything feel softer around the edges, like I was viewing the world through gauze. I could still think clearly, could still make decisions and have conversations, but the sharp emotions like panic and rage had been dulled to something more manageable.

It was probably for the best. Without the medication, I might have tried to fight the transport arrangements, might have refused to leave Lake even for the few hours required to pack our belongings. As it was, I could accept the logical necessity of the move while maintaining my vigilant watch over my friend.

“How are you feeling today?” Dr. Sloane’s voice came from the doorway, soft and warm in the way that meant she was checking on my mental state rather than my physical health.

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“Fine,” I replied automatically, not turning away from Lake’s still form. It wasn’t entirely true I felt hollow and disconnected, like someone had scooped out my insides and left only the shell – but it wasn’t a lie either.

Fine was broad when your entire world had been shattered and rebuilt around survival and basic cooperation.

Dr. Sloane entered the room, her footsteps quiet on the linoleum floor. I could sense her watching me, cataloging my posture and

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facial expressions for signs of deterioration or improvement. It was a familiar dance by now, this careful monitoring of my psychological

state.

“Are you anxious about the move back to Silver Creek?” she asked, settling into the second chair that had been placed in the room for

visitors.

I considered her question, trying to access feelings that seemed buried under layers of cotton and chemical calm.

Silver Creek represented a return to the life I’d been building before Andy’s revelations destroyed everything, but it also meant

acknowledging that this fragmented version of myself was who I would be going forward.

“It doesn’t matter where we are,” I said finally. “As long as Lake comes with us.”

“And your family? Your relationship with Xenois and Lumina?”

The words stirred something uncomfortable in my chest, a tightness that the medication couldn’t completely suppress. My parents – and I still struggled with that concept, with accepting that these people who had killed Sophia were somehow supposed to love and

protect me now – had been careful to follow through on their promises.

When I cooperated with meals and medical check-ups, I got my time with Lake. When I refused or withdrew, privileges were removed

quickly.

It was a system I could understand and navigate, even if it felt more like animal training than family dynamics.

Clearer and more predictable than the emotional chaos that had defined my relationships before Andy’s psychological warfare had torn everything apart.

“We have an arrangement,” I told Dr. Sloane. “I do what they want, they let me stay with Lake. It works.”

She was quiet for a long moment, and I could feel her disapproval in the silence. Mental health professionals always wanted you to feel things, to process emotions and build authentic connections. They didn’t understand that sometimes survival meant shutting down everything that hurt.

“Riley,” she said carefully, “healing from trauma isn’t just about managing symptoms or following rules. At some point, you’ll need to allow yourself to grieve for what you’ve lost.”

I turned to look at her directly for the first time since she’d entered the room. Dr. Sloane was younger than I’d initially thought, probably only in her early thirties. She genuinely wanted to help me, I could see that, but she still didn’t understand the reality of my situation.

“Feeling the pain won’t bring Sophia back,” I said quietly. “It won’t undo what happened or change the fact that the people who want to be my parents are the same ones who killed the only mother I ever knew. All it would do is make it impossible to function.”

“But suppressing those feelings indefinitely will eventually consume you from the inside out,” she replied, leaning forward slightly. “You can’t build a real life on emotional avoidance and pharmaceutical management alone. Your brother Ollie need you to be present, not

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just physically compliant.”

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The mention of my brother sent an unexpected spike of something – guilt, maybe, or recognition – through the chemical haze.

Ollie had been trying to connect with me for weeks, his young face bright with hope every time he approached me, only to be met

with my consistent rejection and indifference.

He deserved better than a brother who could barely acknowledge his existence

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