Sebastian's eyes were now opened, his gaze adjusting to the dimly lit room. As his vision cleared, he saw Prisca seated by his bedside, her expression a mix of relief and concern. A wave of gratitude washed over him as he realized he wasn't alone in the.
"Prisca," he whispered, his voice weak but firm. "You're here."
Prisca nodded, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Of course, Sebastian," she replied, her voice laced with warmth. "I've been here, waiting for you to wake up. I knew you would."
A mixture of emotions welled up within Sebastian as he listened to Prisca's words. He felt comforted by her presence, but also a twinge of dissatisfaction, like something was missing. Still, he couldn't shake off the exhaustion in his heart, knowing that his accident had impacted not just his own life but also everyone, that was some kind of victory.
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Rose took a deep breath, letting the doctor's words sink in. Strong enough to walk? It was a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. Overwhelmed by a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, Rose slowly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and cautiously stood up. Her weakened muscles protested, causing her to wince, but she persisted. Step by step, she made her way towards the door, the urge to leave the room,fueling her every move.As Rose stepped outside, the hospital corridor greeted her with its sterile scent and sudden bustling activity. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for any familiar faces. It was then that she spotted Damian, standing a few feet away. Relief washed over her at the sight of him, and she hastened her pace to reach his side.Damian's concerned eyes met hers, and without needing to say a word, she knew he was eager to learn the doctor's update. The words lingered on her tongue, but she hesitated. Rose share
Sebastian's face remained impassive as Rose revealed her pregnancy, his eyes studying her intently. A moment of silence stretched between them, leaving Rose feeling vulnerable and exposed. Then, unexpectedly, a gentle laughter escaped from Sebastian's lips, followed by a wince of pain that flickered across his face. It was a complex mix of emotions that played across his features, leaving Rose uncertain of what it meant."Is that's why you looked exhausted and pale?," Sebastian finally spoke, his voice carrying a trace of amusement and concern. His words held a hint of understanding, as if he had pieced together the exhaustion she had been facing, connecting it to the revelation of her pregnancy. Rose nodded in response, relief washing over her as he seemed to acknowledge her struggles without judgment.Just as the weight of the moment began to settle, Prisca entered the r
Max sat at his newly assigned desk, his mind teeming with ambition and a burning desire to make a significant impact in his career as an officer. It had been a long and arduous journey for him, with years of training, countless exams, and an unwavering commitment to justice. Now, as he donned his crisp uniform, he knew he had finally made it, or at least.The desk before him, adorned with a polished nameplate bearing his newly acquired rank, held an air of both anticipation and trepidation. It was a symbol of his achievement, a tangible reminder that he had earned his place among the elite, yet it also carried the weight of responsibility. Max knew he needed to prove himself worthy of the position he now held.As he pondered his next move, his thoughts drifted towards the desire to be part of a case that would challenge him, a case that would push his abilities to the limi
Max Santon was born into a modest family, Max's upbringing instilled in him a deep appreciation for honesty, integrity, and the pursuit of justice.His father, Robert Santon, was a hardworking mechanic with a heart of gold. Through his long hours and dedication, Robert provided for his family and imparted the values of loyalty and perseverance to his son. Max admired his father's unwavering commitment to his craft and his unwavering support for his loved ones.Max's mother, Evelyn, was a compassionate school teacher known for her warm smile and endless patience. She nurtured Max's love for learning and encouraged him to dream big, fostering his intellectual curiosity and instilling in him the belief that knowledge and education were powerful tools for making a difference in the world.Growing up, Max had a younger sister, Lily, who was his constant com
Rose emerged from Sebastian's room, her figure adorned in a dress distinct from the one she had been wearing upon her arrival at the hospital. Notably, a scarf now enveloped her head, obscuring a significant portion of her face. As she prepared to depart, Sebastian's voice resonated with an air of authority. "You must put it on," he insisted, his tone leaving little room for debateAfter succumbing to yet another fainting spell during their conversation, she found herself in urgent need of a change in attire. As the dizziness overwhelmed her and the room spun uncontrollably, her consciousness faded away. When she finally regained awareness, she discovered herself lying on the familiar hospital bed she had occupied merely a few hours earlier. Grateful that she had foreseen the possibility of such an occurrence, she had wisely packed extra garments, as her current outfit had become severely wrin
You two, in my office," the Chief's voice resonated with a powerful authority, echoing through the bustling police station. Max's heart skipped a beat as he heard those words, his eyes involuntarily darting towards Lark, who wore an unsettling grin. Max adjusted his shirt nervously, the fabric feeling rough against his clammy palms, and reluctantly began making his way towards the Chief's office. Lark, always quick to seize any opportunity to tease Max, hurried behind him, his voice dripping with mischief."Today's your lucky day, Maxi boy," Lark whispered, a barely concealed amusement in his tone, a private joke that only the two of them shared. He chuckled, the sound seeping into Max's consciousness like an irritating itch. Max clenched his fists, desperately suppressing the urge to turn and deliver a punch squarely on Lark's smug face.As they walked down the dimly lit corridor, the air seemed to
Max and Lark strolled silently, through the police station, their footsteps echoing in the corridors as they made their way towards the garage. The familiar scent of gasoline and polished metal filled the air, mingling with the underlying tension that lingered between them. They spotted a row of police cars, their polished exteriors gleaming under the fluorescent lights.As they approached the vehicles, Lark casually leaned against one, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Let's take this one," he said, pointing to a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. Max hesitated for a moment, not particularly fond of riding shotgun with Lark, but he didn't want to cause any unnecessary friction between them, there was already enough from that morning. With a resigned sigh, Max nodded in agreement, "it's your call". He said.They climbed into the car, the leather seats
Max shot Lark a disapproving glance, the need to maintain professionalism outweighing his friend's jokes, " I'm sorry about my colleague" Max said to Damian, "yea, you better be" Damian said in return. Ignoring Damian's comment, Max focused on Rose, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity.As Rose was ushered into the waiting limo, her expression seemed tired and troubled. Max couldn't help but notice the strain etched on her face, even in the midst of her beauty. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that there was more to her story than met the eye.Their eyes met briefly, a glimmer of recognition flickering in Rose's gaze. It was as if a distant memory tugged at her subconscious, but she couldn't quite place it. She offered him a tired wave of thanks before the limo slowly drove away, leaving Max sta