Chapter 102: Regret

Lyra was lying in the closed space that was her hospital room. By her side were flowers and get-well-soon cards from her staff and members of Dante’s family; the largest were from James and Emily, who had come to see her yesterday, their faces tender and affectionate.

Now, though, the room was quiet, except for the soft hum of medical equipment.

Lyra lay in the hospital bed, her eyelids moving up and down slowly.

She looked around weakly, taking in the sight of the flowers and cards.

The pain was still there, but it was duller now, less sharp than before. Dante sat by her side, his eyes filled with concern and love.

"Hey," Lyra whispered, her voice weak but steady.

Dante leaned closer, a smile spreading across his face.

"You're doing great, my love. One step at a time."

Lyra's eyes filled with tears.

"James told me... I couldn't have done this without you." She managed to say her eyes were meek and full of meaning.

Dante squeezed her hand gently. "We're in this together, Lyra. Alway