The words landed like a bullet straight in Ethan's mind. "That…" He let out a short breath. "That wasn't what I expected."
Before Axel could react, Ethan continued, "Axel, I know I'm injured, but I'll recover soon. I can still lead the—"
Axel raised his hand.
Just one quick and simple motion.
Ethan stopped instantly.
"This is an order," Axel said, his voice firm, leaving no space for negotiation.
The room's temperature seemed to drop below freezing.
Still, Ethan met his gaze. "Why?" he asked quietly. "Are you punishing me? Because I was careless?"
Collins shifted uncomfortably. Renata's jaw tightened.
Axel's expression didn't change.
"This is not a punishment," Axel said. "It is prevention."
"Prevention of what?" Ethan pressed.
Axel stepped closer to the bed, his presence looming, controlled. "Of losing you."
The words were blunt. Final.
Ethan fell silent.
