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~Lisa's POV
Finally, the doctor came to checked up on me. I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding, waiting for the doctor's words as if they would decide my entire future. Damon stood near the window, tall and sharp, his arms folded across his chest but his eyes fixed on me in quiet worry. The doctor finished checking my pulse, shining a small light into my eyes, then stepped back with a nod.
"She's fine now," he said, his tone calm and steady. "Her body is just tired from the stress and lack of proper rest. She should take it easy for a while, but she can leave the clinic today."
Relief washed over me, but before I could exhale, Damon moved to my side in an instant, like he had been holding his breath the whole time too. His hand rested lightly on my shoulder, protective but firm, like he was making a silent promise to keep me safe.
"You heard him," Damon said softly, his gaze flicking down to mine.
