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Two agonizing days had passed since Hazel slipped into a deep slumber, her body remaining unresponsive to both medicines and Serene's mystical attempts to rouse her. Night after night, Wyatt would visit her, a silent vigil by her bedside.

"Serene, it's been two days. Why is she not responding?" Wyatt's voice betrayed a weariness, his eyes reflecting the exhaustion of uncertainty.

"I don't know. I've tried everything to bring her back," Serene confessed, her usually confident demeanor replaced with a flicker of helplessness.

Wyatt turned to Lyra with a desperate expectation for a glimmer of hope. "Anything,"

"I don't know either. There is nothing medically that is stopping her. The bleeding has stopped, and, if I have to tell you… she's in some kind of coma," Lyra revealed, her words hanging in the air like an unwelcome verdict.

The room fell into a heavy silence, each person grappling with their own sense of powerlessness. The exchange of blank looks spoke about the shared confus