Magnus supported me as we made our way into the bathroom. My legs felt like jelly, and every step seemed to take an eternity, but his strong arms never faltered. He helped me freshen up with the utmost care, his hands gentle yet efficient, ensuring I didn't strain myself. Afterward, he helped me change into a fresh set of clothes, his touch soft and reassuring, as though he feared I might disappear again if he let go.
When we returned to the room, Mom and Owen were still there. Mom looked at me with a tender smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, while Owen tried to hide his emotions, though the redness of his eyes betrayed him.
"We'll give you two some privacy," Mom said softly. She reached over to squeeze my hand gently before leaving the room with Owen, her presence warm and comforting even as she walked out.