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"What?" Lysander was stunned. This news hit him harder than when Aurora went into labor. He jumped to his feet and sprinted towards Heath's room.

While they had all been concerned about Aurora's pregnancy, Lysander, Alaric, and the other guys had a deeper, unspoken worry about Heath. He was their brother, someone they'd grown up with and faced life and death alongside. His coma had been devastating not just for Aurora, but for all of them. They'd been hoping for a miracle, and now it seemed one had finally arrived.

Lysander rushed into the hospital room. There, sitting up in bed, was Heath. Though dressed in a hospital gown and looking a bit gaunt, he still exuded an undeniable presence. The skin grafts on his face had healed well, erasing the scars that had been so shocking when Lysander first saw him in the hospital. Lysander felt a lump in his throat, his eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"Heath, you're finally awake," he managed to say.

Heath looked at him blankly. "Who are you?"

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