The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Ellie POV

The days blur together in the hospital room.

Morning light, afternoon light, evening dimness. Healers coming and going. The same questions asked in different voices. The same careful hands adjusting blankets, checking vitals, murmuring reassurances they don’t quite believe themselves.

Turns out, I can’t leave. I can’t do much of anything without Dominic…which is kinda the worst thing to ever happen to me.

Sarah comes often with flowers, bright ones, like she’s trying to bring any type of life back into the room. She talks about school, about gossip I don’t have the energy to care about, about teachers who keep asking when I’ll be back. I smile in the right places. I even laugh once. It exhausts me.

My family comes too. My mother sits close, always too close, her fingers tight around mine like she’s afraid I’m close to death.

Who knows. I could be.

My stepfather stays near the door, pacing, muttering about healers and incompetence and how this never would have happened if people had just listened to him. That and maybe I should just accept Dominic and stop suffering.

That part doesn’t surprise me.

But even with all the pain, it feels…wrong to let some karmic bullshit tell me what to do.

The healers do what they can. Pain dampeners. Cool cloths. Breathing techniques. The relief always comes in shallow waves, just enough to remind me what it feels like not to be drowning before the pain creeps back

in again.

The only time it really stops is when Dominic is here.

He offered, awkwardly, to come every day after school. I said yes before I could think too hard about what that meant. Considering it’s the only time I felt…normal.

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Now it’s routine.

He slips into the room quietly, like he doesn’t want to startle me, even though I always know the second he arrives. My body reacts before my brain does.

It’s terrifying how it just all goes away when he’s around.

He usually sits in the chair beside my bed, long legs out, shoulders loose. Sometimes he brings my or his own homework. Sometimes a book. The frist time, he didn’t bring anything and pretended very hard that he wasn’t just sitting there bored so I wouldn’t hurt.

We didn’t talk much then. I guess not too much now either. What is there to say? ‘Oh, sorry, I can’t even eat without you here. Mind just being with me 24/7?”

Pathetic.

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Jusually do my assignments while he reads. Occasionally, he glances up, checking on me without making a

big deal out of it. I catch him watching my hands, my breathing, tny face, like he’s trying to force the illness from me.

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