The house was bustling with activity, at least fifty people milling about, practically giving the entire place a party-like atmosphere. Clearly, Cilian was over the moon.
Naturally, the top-notch medical team that had been studying Ryder was called in, gathering under one roof in a display of expertise.
They gave Ryder a thorough examination, marveling at the miracle of his awakening, unable to explain the sudden turn of events.
Ryder had fallen into a coma months ago due to ricin poisoning. Initially, there was hope for recovery, but as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, even the doctors began to doubt, fearing the toxins had caused irreversible damage to Ryder’s brain.
Their grim prognosis was brain death, with little hope of revival.
Yet, Alyssa never gave up hope.
She cared for him every day, spending countless hours talking to him, holding onto the faint possibility of his return.
And against all odds, Ryder woke up.
He was weak, barely able to utter a few words before drifting back to sleep.
However, the doctors reassured them that his vital signs were stable. With proper care, he could make a full recovery and return to his old self.
When Agnes and Jared arrived, they went straight to see Ryder.
He was asleep, but the tubes and ventilators had been removed.
He lay there, peacefully, though he was alarmingly thin, his cheekbones protruding sharply.
Even in sleep, there was a hint of restlessness; his brow slightly furrowed, his lashes fluttering.
Yet, this was infinitely better than the motionless slumber that had held him captive for so long.
Cilian was in high spirits today.
With Ryder's recovery, he seemed to have found a renewed sense of gratitude and warmth.
Even his previous indifference towards Agnes seemed to have evaporated like mist in the morning sun.
Agnes and Jared stayed for dinner.
During the meal, they noticed a subtle shift in the dynamic between Alyssa and Cilian.
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