"You..." Jaxson's fury blazed in his glare.
But Jaxson understood better than anyone—he had no room to bargain.
Without a matching stem cell donor for Jamiya, the existing treatments would grant her maybe some additional time. That was the brutal truth.
That time felt like nothing.
He needed Jamiya alive, thriving, living the full life she deserved—anything less would destroy him.
Jaxson drew in a sharp breath. "Fine. I'll return with you."
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Evelin's POV
When I opened my eyes, an endless expanse of sterile white ceiling stretched above me—so harsh and clinical it made me squint.
Where am I? This looks like... a hospital room. Panic flickered through my chest.
I attempted to move, but fire shot through my left shoulder. A involuntary groan escaped before I could stop it.
"You're awake?" Two male voices chorused together.
I glanced up to find Jimmy and Allen hovering beside my bed. "Where's Jaxson? Is he safe?"
