Arwen watched as Aiden got dressed for the day and asked, "Your wound isn't hurting you anymore, right?"
Aiden t her gaze through the mirror and shook his head. "It's better. As you asked, I have made sure it hasn't gotten wet," he said, then turned towards her, asking, "Is there sothing else you want to ask?"
Arwen's eyes flashed. How did he do that—read her so easily every ti? Yes, she had sothing to ask him. Although she was becoming more comfortable around him, it still felt too sudden to request things from him freely. Yet, with no other choice, she nodded. "Yes, there is sothing I need your help with."
Aiden didn't press further but she could tell he was waiting for her to continue.
"I want to ask if I could borrow your lawyer. I need a small help regarding sothing," she said, adding, "I would have reached out to my family's lawyers, but my parents are out on a business trip, I don't want them to worry, so I think that option is off the table. If it's not too much of trouble for you …"
"Emyr will co to pick you up for it this afternoon. Be ready," he said simply. And Arwen nodded, feeling a sense of relief in her heart. He suddenly seed like the answer to her all prayers suddenly, the perfect example of the man she had always hoped to end with.
Could it be that her stars had granted her Aiden as compensation for all she had suffered? That thought seed to fantastical to be real. Arwen laughed at herself, and right then, Aiden's voice interrupted her thoughts. "If there is nothing else, shall we head down for breakfast?
***
anwhile, back in the Cralens Care Hospital, Delyth's eyelashes fluttered as anaesthesia began to wear off. But the mont her eyes opened, terror-filled them, and she scread, "No! no! let go! Don't hurt !"
Ryan, who had dozed off in the chair beside her bed, jolted awake at her cries. He rushed to her side and took her hands. "Del, it's okay. You are safe. Take a deep breath. Everything is going to be fine."
When Delyth saw Ryan, she cald down a little, but clutched his hands tightly, shaking her head. "Ryan, they are after . They said they wanted to hurt . Please believe . They said that they wanted to hurt and make everything real. I don't know who are they—please … please save ."
"Who are you talking about, Del?" Ryan frowned, concern written all over his face. "Did soone co to you? Did you seen them?"
Delyth shook her head as tears stread down her face. "No, I couldn't see them. They had put off the lights, covered my face, and had dragged out. I didn't know them. They were so cruel, Ryan. They pushed down the stairs, saying I deserved it for offending soone I shouldn't have.
I — It must be Arwen. It must have been Arwen. She must have sent people after . She must be looking for revenge."
"Del, Arwen wouldn't do anything like that" Ryan frowned, trying to calm her down.
But Delyth shook her head, convinced. "It's her, Ryan! I am telling you. She must have sent them. She wanted to hurt , just like I wanted to hurt her by instigating the crowd of my fans against her. She must have found out, and that's why —"
Ryan interrupted her, his voice firm. "You wanted to harm her? You instigated your fans against her?" There was an edge to his voice that made Delyth's face pale. "Del, did you do that on purpose? Tell , did you deliberately try to hurt Arwen?"
Realizing she had said too much in her panicked state, Delyth swallowed nervously and shook her head, desperate to backtrack. "O–Of course not, Ryan! I would never do that. You know better than that. But Arwen wouldn't see it that way. She would bla for everything. She must think I did it on purpose to harm her.
That's why she would have sent those n after ."
Ryan looked skeptical but shook his head. "Arwen wouldn't do that, Del. She is not like that. You have suffered, but it has nothing to do with her. So, stop blaming her."
Delyth felt a surge of hurt and betrayal flash in her eyes. She tried to move but suddenly noticed sothing odd. Panic seized her, and she cried out in horror, "Ryan, what's happening? Why can't I move my legs? I can't feel them! Ryan, help !
Call the doctor! Please call the doctor!"
Frantic, she tried to move again, but no matter how much she willed her body, it remained numb from the waist down.
Ryan had been expecting this reaction. He gently took hold of Delyth's shoulders, trying to calm her down. "You will be okay, Del. It's just going to take so ti. The doctors had to perform the surgery last night—it was a difficult one. They said you were brave to survive it.
But now, you need ti to heal."
"Will I?" Delyth's voice trembled. Ryan's reassurance cald her slightly, but sothing deep in her gut told her sothing was terribly wrong. Ryan nodded in response. But then she asked, fear creeping back into her voice, "Did the doctors say I will be able to dance again? After I recover?"
Ryan's expression changed, and that shift sent chill through Delyth's entire body. This was her worst nightmare, and just the possibility of it being confird felt like a plunge to hell. Still, she asked, bracing herself for the answer she didn't want to hear. "R–Ryan, will I be able dance?"
Ryan closed his eyes, searching for the right words, trying to soften the harsh reality. But no matter how hard he tried, he knew there was no way to make this easier. "Del, we will find better doctors. You will recover. You will dance again soday. I will be with you through it all.
Don't lose hope."
"What does that an, Ryan?" Delyth's voice broke. She couldn't bring herself to accept it. "Are you saying I can't dance anymore? That I have beco useless for the stage?"
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