Worried

*Hadley*

I am back at the hospital, sitting in the dimly lit hospital room, the soft beeps and whirs of machines composing a symphony of dread. The sterile scent of antiseptics does little to mask the underlying odor of despair that seems to cling to the walls. Logan, lies motionless on the bed, his once vibrant face pale and drawn, a stark contrast to the fierce, unyielding spirit he possesses. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest is the only indication that life still clings to him, albeit by a thread.

I reach out, my hand trembling as I brush a lock of hair from his forehead. His skin is cool under my touch, and I suppress a shiver. "Logan," I whisper, my voice breaking the oppressive silence. "Please, you have to fight this. You can't leave me alone." But he remains unresponsive, seemingly locked in a battle I cannot see, fighting demons in a realm I cannot reach.

I had asked the nurse, because the last couple of days he has seemed to fade away i stead of getting better. But