Maeve sat beside Ava, her hand clasped tightly in hers, as Ava writhed and turned on the bed. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and Maeve's face contorted in worry. Despite the pain searing into her palm, she refused to leave Ava's side. Doctor Maria walked in, frustration etched on her face. "Maeve, you need to rest and get that hand checked."Maeve shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine... Ava, wake up." Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at Ava's pale, disheveled face. Maeve's own trauma, stemming from her birth mother's illness and death, resurfaced, and she felt a chill run down her spine.Only Martin and Ava knew about this, which was why Martin had not tried to pull her away from Ava."Don't die on me, Ava," she whispered, her voice cracking, tears had started to form in her eyes once again. Ava's eyes remained closed, her body wracked with fever. But in her mind, a battle raged on. Hecuba's voice echoed, filled with anger a
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