The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Ella & Liam

Ella

The constant beeping of the monitors, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, and the steady stream of nurses entering and leaving my room made the days of the following week blend together into one big blur.

I tried to keep busy as best I could; I read through two of the books Alexander had brought, did crossword puzzles, and watched countless movies. But if it weren’t for my visitors, I might have lost my mind completely.

Lilith was always there first, arriving each morning with fresh clothes and homemade food, refusing to let me eat the hospital food. She would brush my hair, help me wash up, and make sure I was comfortable. Sometimes she would just sit beside me, reading quietly or working on her knitting while I dozed or did my own thing. I was glad for her company.

And then there was Liam. He visited nearly as often as Lilith, usually in the afternoons when he wasn’t busy with the Alpha Council. He would bring news, tell me stories to make me laugh, and sometimes just sit with me watching terrible daytime TV.

It was nice, having people who cared whether I lived or died.

But the biggest surprise was Alexander. True to his word, he came back the next day after our first chess game. And the day after that. And the day after that.

busy his day had been, no matter what Alpha duties required his attention, he’d sit in the chair beside my bed

board.

F3,” I said on the fourth night, moving my piece without hesitation and taking

nodded approvingly.

enough to beat him-I doubted that would ever happen-but good

said a few minutes later as I captured one of

pawns.

during the day. She’s not

quirked up at the corners.

much as I hated to admit it, these evening chess games had become the highlight of my days

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felt like

acting for the benefit of the hospital staff, playing the role of devoted husband to bolster his image. If he was, he was a damn good actor. When we played together, he seemed awfully engaged for someone who didn’t really want

in the alley, we didn’t talk about it. Not even once. Maybe that was for the best; it was easier to

to think that way. But, just like chess,