Lucian's POV
It was just past eight the next morning when the discharge nurse finally walked in with her stethoscope and a rather broad smile. Aria sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in the cashmere sweater and joggers I'd bought yesterday. The white roses were tucked carefully into the small overnight bag on her lap. She looked fragile but determined ,her eyes bright with the relief of finally leaving this sterile cage.
I stood beside her, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder while the other was holding the pen the nurse handed me. Aria signed first, her signature was a bit rough due to her shaky hands. I followed, scrawling my name next to hers on every page that required it. The nurse explained the aftercare instructions while I nodded along, already memorizing every word.
