CHAPTER 60 THE CHATTER

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city skyline, Luke found himself sitting at Hana's bedside in the hospital room. The soft hum of medical equipment provided a steady backdrop to the quiet of the evening. Hana lay on the hospital bed, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber, her breathing slow and steady. Luke watched her intently, his heart heavy with worry yet filled with an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness. He had insisted on staying with Hana overnight, unwilling to leave her side even for a moment. The day's events had been tumultuous, and he couldn't bear the thought of being separated from her now, not when she needed him most. So he had pulled a chair beside her bed, determined to keep vigil until morning. As the hours stretched, Luke found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to the events that had led them to this moment. It had been a whirlwind of emotions—joy, excitement, fear, and uncertainty. The new