84 A Symphony of Love and Healing

Days turned into nights, and Damon remained a constant presence by Lia's bedside. He spoke to her, his words a mixture of love, guilt, and longing. Damon: "You always said we'd face everything together, Lia. But here I am, and you're the one fighting. Wake up, please. I can't do this without you." His voice, a desperate plea, hung in the air, seemingly unanswered by the stillness of Lia's unconscious form. Family members visited, offering condolences and support, but Damon's focus never wavered. He clung to the belief that his words, his presence, would somehow breach the walls of Lia's comatose world. One evening, Green approached Damon with a gentle touch on the shoulder. Green: "Damon, I understand this is difficult, but you need to take care of yourself too." Damon, his eyes never leaving Lia, replied, "I can't leave her alone, Green. Not when she needs me the most." Green sighed, recognizing the depth of Damon's devotion. Green: "She's a fighter, Damon. But