matters
Lena's father
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low but gentle.
Lena
Lena managed a weak smile, though the pain in her chest made it difficult to breathe. "I’m alive, Dad. That’s all that matters right now."
Lena's father
Her father’s face tightened, and he looked away for a moment, his fists clenching at his sides. "This is unacceptable," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else. "We need to find out who did this. We need to make sure you’re safe, Lena."
Lena's mother
Her mother looked at him, her eyes filled with anxiety. "We don’t even know who did this. What if they come back for her?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Lena's father
Lena’s father took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "We’ll get to the bottom of this," he assured her, though his words seemed hollow. He turned back to Lena, his expression softening. "We’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again."
Lena
Lena looked between her parents, the warmth of their concern wrapping around her like a safety net. But beneath that safety, a dark thought lingered in her mind. She wasn’t truly safe. They hadn’t found her by accident—they had been looking for someone, someone else. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And what if they came back for her again? What if they found her when she least expected it?
Her thoughts were interrupted as a nurse entered the room, checking the monitors and adjusting Lena’s IV.
nurse
"She’s stable for now, but she’ll need to stay here overnight for observation," the nurse explained. "We’ll run a few more tests to make sure there are no lingering effects from the cold."
Lena
Lena nodded, though her mind was elsewhere. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Lena
Once the nurse left, her parents lingered by her side, their worry evident in the way they exchanged glances. Lena wanted to reassure them, to tell them that everything would be fine, that she would be okay.
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