Chapter 93 – I’m Right Here

The hospital room was quiet, save for the steady beeping of the monitor and the soft hum of machines keeping Ryan stable. Pale afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting faint lines across the sheets.

Anna stood at the doorway for a moment, frozen. Seeing him like this—still, pale, tubes and wires running from his body—was like something out of a nightmare. This wasn't the boy who made her laugh in the kitchen, or the one who playfully flicked flour at her while baking. This wasn't the boy who kissed her under a sky full of stars.

But it was him.

She stepped forward slowly, holding back the lump in her throat as she pulled the chair closer to his bed. She sat down gently, placing her hand near his—close enough to touch, but not quite.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Her eyes scanned his face—bruised, swollen in places, but still so familiar. His chest rose and fell in slow, machine-aided rhythm.

"I don't even know if you can hear me, but…" She paused, wiping her eyes. "I'm gonna talk anyway. Because I need to."

She leaned forward, resting her arms on the edge of the bed.

"You were right behind me. I didn't even see the car. And then you just… you didn't even think. You saved me without a second thought, Ryan. That's the kind of person you are." Her voice trembled. "And I hate that you're in here because of me."

She finally reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against his. "I keep replaying everything in my head. The festival. The kiss in the kitchen. That stupid argument when you broke up with me. I knew you were lying. I could feel it. But I didn't know why."

A soft breath left her lips.

"I don't care what anyone says. I don't care what the truth is. We didn't choose how things turned out. But what we had… it was real. You made me feel seen. Safe. And I—I love you, Ryan. I do."

She paused, swallowing hard, tears falling freely now.

"So you have to wake up, okay? You have to come back. Even if you can't walk—who cares? You'll still be you. We'll figure everything out, I swear."

Her hand now gently wrapped around his.

"I'm not going anywhere," she whispered. "You're not alone. I'm right here."

The monitor beeped in steady rhythm. Ryan didn't move, didn't stir, but the warmth of his hand was enough to keep her there—hoping.

Minutes passed. She stayed.

And even though he didn't open his eyes, Anna believed that somewhere deep inside, Ryan could hear her.