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CHAPTER-51 The Bridge of Forgiveness

AUTHOR'S POV

Alaric slowly woke up after 20 long hours of sleep. His body felt heavy and painful all over. His eyes were closed, but he was trying his best to open them. It was hard, as everything seemed blurry. He felt weak and tired, but there was something inside him pushing to wake up.

Finally, after a few tries, Alaric opened his eyes. As he looked around, he could feel pain in his whole body. His head was throbbing, and when he reached up to touch it, he felt a bandage.

"Where am I?" he thought, trying to make sense of what was happening. Slowly, his vision started to clear. He was in a small, white room with soft light. The beeping sound of machines nearby told him he was in the hospital.

hen, he tried to move his right hand, but it felt stiff. When he looked down, he saw his right arm was in a cast. His whole body ached, and he could hardly move without feeling a sharp pain.

Alaric felt confused. "What happened?" he whispered to himself. His last memory was of the earthquake and protecting Estella as the building collapsed. His heart raced at the thought of her.

"Estella... where is she?" he thought. He needed to know if she was safe. Panic started to rise in his chest. What if something had happened to her?

Just then, the door opened, and a nurse walked into the room. She was surprised to see Alaric awake. "Oh, you're awake!" she said with a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

Alaric tried to speak, but his throat was dry. "Estella," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Where is she? Is she okay?"

The nurse looked at him kindly but shook her head. "I don't know about Estella," she said softly. "I'm only here to take care of you."

Alaric's panic grew. He had to find Estella. He couldn't stay here, not knowing if she was okay. Ignoring the pain in his body, he tried to sit up. His muscles screamed in protest, but he didn't care. He had to find her.

"Sir, you need to stay in bed," the nurse said gently, trying to push him back down. "You're injured, and you need to rest."

But Alaric wasn't listening. "I need to see Estella," he said, his voice stronger now. He swung his legs off the bed, even though it hurt to move.

The nurse hurried to stop him. "Please, sir, you can't get up yet. You're not well enough," she said, her voice full of concern.

But Alaric was determined. He couldn't lie there not knowing if Estella was safe. His heart was pounding, and all he could think about was finding her.

Just as he was about to stand up, the door opened again, and Dr. Vincent walked in. "Mr. Easterwood, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice firm but calm.

Alaric stopped and looked at him. "I need to find Estella," he said urgently. "I need to know if she's okay."

Dr. Vincent walked over to him and gently put his hand on Alaric's shoulder. "Please, calm down," he said softly. "Estella is fine. She's safe, and she's been very worried about you. But you can't get up right now. You're hurt, and your shoulder is dislocated. You need to rest."

Alaric stared at him, still breathing heavily. "Are you sure she's okay?" he asked, his voice full of fear.

Dr. Vincent smiled and nodded. "I promise you, she's okay. She's been by your side the whole time, but I had to send her to get some rest. You've been unconscious for 20 hours, Alaric. She's been worried sick, but she's safe."

Alaric felt a wave of relief wash over him. Estella was okay. That was all he needed to hear. His body, exhausted from the pain and panic, finally gave in, and he sank back into the bed.