Hailee's POV
I stepped into the room, and my eyes instantly landed on Nathan. I gasped softly, my breath catching in my throat.
He was lying still on the white hospital bed, his chest rising and falling slowly, monitors beeping softly beside him.
He was shirtless, but there were no visible injuries on him. The healer must've done an amazing job healing him physically. But that didn't matter. He was still… unconscious.
Pain and guilt wrapped around my chest like chains. My feet wouldn't move, like my body knew I didn't deserve to go any closer to him.
I just stood there, frozen, staring at him—wondering if I was the reason he ended up like this. Did my words hurt him that much? Was he so lost in pain that he didn't even see the truck?
Tears filled my eyes again, blurring the sight of his peaceful, lifeless face. I tried to take a step forward. But then Clara stepped in front of me.
"And where do you think you're going?" she spat, blocking my path.
