CHAPTER 134: A Dance Of Unrequited Love
Three days. Seventy-two hours. It felt like an eternity. Seventy-two hours of beeping monitors, sterile white walls, and the haunting sight of Alexander with his eyes closed, yet to return to consciousness. I'd spent nearly every waking moment by his side, except for the brief interludes when I'd slip away to get clothes that Via helped me bring from her house or when Abel or Nicola wanted their private moments with him.
Surprisingly, Jamila hadn't objected to my presence whenever she came in to see him. In fact, it seemed to offer her a sense of comfort, an unspoken acknowledgment of the fact that we both cared for Alexander. I understood. The weight of this ordeal was immense, and it was easier to bear when shared.