Chapter Eighty Six

Naomi's POV

As the medics rushed Rueben to the hospital, I followed closely behind, my heart filled with both relief and anxiety. The fear of losing him had been replaced by the hope that he would recover, but the uncertainty of what lay ahead still weighed heavily on my mind.

Arriving at the hospital, I anxiously paced the waiting room, my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for any news about Rueben's condition. I couldn't help but worry about what had happened to him and who was responsible for his current state.

Minutes turned into hours as I waited, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Finally, a doctor emerged from the room where Rueben was being treated, his expression grave but determined.

"Miss Naomi," the doctor called out, motioning for me to come closer. "Your presence is needed. Rueben has regained consciousness."

Hope surged through me as I followed the doctor into the room. There, lying on the hospital bed, was Rueben, his eyes open but still weak. My heart s