It had been four days since Lyrium fell unconscious and remained in the hospital.
During that time, Rihana, Silas, Lily, Ren, Margaret, and even some of the academy staff took turns visiting him.
Some came with fruits and flowers, others just to check if he had woken up, but all of them shared the same look of worry each time they saw him lying there, still and silent.
Rihana often stayed the longest, quietly watching over him from the chair beside his bed.
Silas tried to act casual, cracking jokes to lighten the mood, but even he couldn't hide the worry written across his face.
Lily would bring food every morning, though half of it ended up untouched, and sit beside him, peeling apples while humming softly.
Margaret rarely spoke.
She simply sat near the bedside, her cold expression unable to mask the faint trembling in her hands.
Her gaze never left Lyrium, as if her eyes alone could pull him back to consciousness.
