I knew I had to leave the hospital eventually, but tearing myself away from Regan’s side felt like trying to leave a part of me behind. Mom, Owen, and Regan’s parents tried to reassure me, urging me to rest and take care of myself. Regan’s father had even gone out to get food for everyone, but the thought of eating or resting felt foreign.
Magnus, who had been standing by my side through it all, gently took my hand. “Let me take you home,” he whispered, his voice soft yet firm. “I’ve already taken care of everything here.”
I looked down, taking in the sight of my clothes—bloodstained and wrinkled, a painful reminder of everything that had happened. Magnus’s clothes were in a similar state, showing the toll of the night. I knew he was right; I needed to leave, if only to reset and prepare myself for the long journey ahead. Reluctantly, I nodded, agreeing to go with him. But as we were about to step out, Mom stopped us.
“Magnus,” she said, her eyes filled with deep concern, “please stay with her tonight. Aria’s been through so much… she shouldn’t be alone.”
Magnus placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Of course. I’ll take care of her, I promise.”
As we exited the hospital, I noticed Fergus waiting for us by the car, his expression respectful and calm. I knew he was there to help, but the weight of my emotions felt too heavy to even acknowledge him. I climbed into the car without a word, feeling overwhelmed by an aching emptiness that gnawed at my heart.
Magnus slid in beside me, and without hesitation, I curled into his side, needing his warmth and strength. Understanding, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His presence was like a balm, offering a quiet comfort that softened the sharp edges of my pain.
The drive home passed in a blur, my mind a whirl of memories, fears, and hopes for Regan. When we arrived, I barely registered the surroundings, too drained to even move. Magnus got out first, and before I could protest, he leaned down and lifted me into his arms. I felt a surge of gratitude as he carried me inside, as if he could sense that I had nothing left to give, not even the strength to walk.