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... onitor by Ashton’s bed. Machines hummed and ticked in a rhythm that had become both a comfort and a torment to me.
I sat curled in the chair beside him, one hand resting on the blanket near his.
He looked thinner already, as though the fever had carved away at him in just a few days. His skin was pale, almost translucent under the harsh hospital lights, and his mouth was drawn tight even in sleep.
Yet, even haggard like this, he was still devastatingly handsome. The sharp ...
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