King Jason pov
I sat by Norella all through the night, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me, but sleep was an impossibility. Her pale face, marred with bruises and cuts, was a constant, haunting reminder of my failure. The room was a silent witness to my torment, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting eerie shadows that seemed to mock me. How had I let my guard down so completely? The image of her being hurt replayed in my mind, each recollection a fresh stab of regret. I had promised to protect her, yet here she was, lying in a coma because I couldn’t keep that promise.
I rubbed her face softly, hoping my touch could somehow reach her. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. My thoughts were a chaotic mess, each one stabbing me with guilt.
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