Chapter 543

Jason’s POV

It's been a week since Layla's fall, and I still can't shake the images of that night from my mind. Every day, I find myself walking the halls of this hospital like a ghost, the weight of the situation pressing on me. 

Layla is still here, in the same room, the same sterile white walls, but nothing is the same. Not her, not us.

I’ve been here every day, just like I promised her. I care for her in every way I can, even though she doesn't remember me. 

I feed her, I talk to her, and I try to fill the silence with anything that might make her feel safe again. I know she doesn't remember my face, the sound of my voice, the way we laughed together. 

But I keep hoping that if I’m here long enough, if I keep doing these things for her, something will spark. Some piece of her will return to me.

I sit by her bed, carefully holding the spoon, trying to feed her the soup. Her eyes are covered with bandages, and she