~Micheal's POV
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I woke up with a stiff neck, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on my shoulders. I had fallen asleep in my office again, the leather couch doing little to provide comfort. Rubbing my face, I sighed heavily. Mia.
She was still unconscious. Still in that unyielding coma.
Pushing myself up, I stretched before heading straight to her room. The moment I stepped inside, the familiar scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint lavender fragrance of her shampoo filled the air. She lay there, motionless, her face pale against the pillows.
Guilt gnawed at me. I should've done more.
I grabbed a warm cloth and a bowl of water from the side table. If she couldn't wake up, then I would take care of her the best way I could.
Gently, I wiped her face, running the cloth over her forehead, her cheeks, down to her chin. "Morning, Mia," I murmured, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. "I'm here."
