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The hospital room was dimly lit, the soft hum of medical equipment creating a serene ambiance. Avery sat in the chair beside Bella's father's bed, Bella herself asleep on his shoulders. Exhausted from the events of the day, she had drifted into a peaceful slumber, finding solace in the comforting presence of Avery.

As Bella slept, Avery carefully lifted a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His fingers brushed gently against her cheek, and he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. In the quiet of the hospital room, with only the rhythmic beeping of machines breaking the silence, Avery found himself lost in thought.

His gaze lingered on Bella's peaceful expression. Her features, softened by sleep, held a certain vulnerability that tugged at his heartstrings. At that moment, surrounded by the beeping monitors and sterile hospital atmosphere, Avery's perspective shifted.

He began to contemplate the depth of his feelings for Bella. The events that had transpired – the argumen