Ray of light

As the healer began his work, Akia remained by Ames's side, his grip on Ames's hand unwavering. He watched with a mixture of hope and trepidation as the healer assessed the fragile man's condition.

The room was filled with tension as the healer's skilled hands moved with purpose. He examined Ames's wrist, where the blade had pressed, and carefully tended to the wound. With each passing moment, Akia's anxiety deepened, and he couldn't help but replay the events that had unfolded in his mind.

After what felt like an eternity, the healer looked up from his work and met Akia's anxious gaze.

 "She's stable for now," he said, his voice carrying a note of relief.

 "But it will take time for her to regain consciousness fully. We must keep a close watch over her."

Akia nodded, his gratitude toward the healer evident in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

As they waited for Ames to awaken, Akia couldn't shake the question that had haunted him since he'd entered the room.

"Why did you do this, Al?"

 he murmured softly, more to himself than anyone else. It was a question that hung in the air, unanswered and heavy with unspoken truths.

The room remained cloaked in uncertainty, the fragile girl's fate still uncertain as she lay there, caught between the realms of consciousness and unconsciousness.

Hours passed in anxious vigil as Akia and the healer remained by Ames's side. The room, once filled with tension, began to feel like a sanctuary of hope. The healer continued to tend to Ames's injuries, his skilled hands working diligently to ensure that the fragile man's condition remained stable.

Akia, lost in his thoughts, couldn't help but wonder about Ames's pain. What had driven her to such a desperate act? The room bore the weight of unanswered questions, and Akia's heart ached with the burden of not knowing.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the curtains, casting a warm and gentle glow over the room. It was in this fragile moment of transition from night to day that Ames stirred. Her eyelids fluttered, and a faint **** escaped her lips.

Akia's heart leaped with hope as he leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on Ames's awakening form. The healer, too, noticed the change and quickly moved to Ames's side.

"Easy now," the healer said soothingly, his voice filled with reassurance. "You're going to be all right."

Ames's eyes slowly opened, revealing a mixture of confusion and vulnerability. She blinked several times, as if trying to make sense of her surroundings.

"Where... am I?" she whispered, her voice weak and filled with uncertainty.

"You're safe," Akia replied gently, relief washing over her. "You're in your room, Ames."

Ames's gaze locked onto Akia's, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, their unspoken connection palpable. The room held its breath as Ames began to piece together the fragments of her memory, her eyes reflecting the pain that had led her to that fateful moment.

The healer continued to monitor Ames, ensuring that her recovery was progressing as it should. As Ames regained her strength, Akia knew that the answers to the questions that had haunted him would eventually come to light.

For now, in the quiet of that room bathed in the soft morning light, there was hope, a fragile but undeniable hope that they could find their way through the darkness that had brought them to this moment.

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