>>Third Person POV
The sterile white of the hospital walls made Hael feel like he was drowning in light. He sat hunched in the corner of the private room, elbows on his knees, head bowed, eyes glued to the floor. His robes were damp with cold sweat, the scent of potion smoke and panic still clinging to him. Just a few feet away, Zola lay in the arms of the attending doctor—an older woman with kind eyes and steady hands who had taken control the moment Hael arrived, frantic and breathless, cradling his burning child in arms that had never felt heavier.
And although the sight of the master of the magic tower startled the doctor, she remained professional and immediately accessed the situation.
Zola was calm now.
Her fever had broken.
But Hael… Hael couldn't stop hearing her cries. Couldn't unfeel the heat that had pulsed from her skin like fire magic gone wild. Couldn't forget the helplessness that had hollowed out his chest.
