I reached out to Freya and sensed her calmly resting in the depths of her soul. "Thank you, Freya," I murmured softly, careful not to disturb her. Yura's voice carried a hint of guilt as she spoke. "Rosaline, I'm so sorry. This happened because of me." I shook my head firmly. "No, it was never your fault. Candice was after me. If I hadn't been involved, she wouldn't have lost control and taken you hostage." "She's completely insane," Yura sighed. "But you're both incredibly fortunate. The vines below caught you, breaking your fall. You and your wolf managed to carry Caden through the forest until you finally ran into the rescue team." So that's what went down. I truly was fortunate. And it was all because of Freya. Recalling everything that had happened sent a cold shiver down my spine. "Rosaline, Caden is incredible. He would sacrifice everything for you—even his life," Yura said, admiration evident in her voice. I lowered my head, quietly absorbing Yura's words. My mind was already made up—since fate had granted me another chance, I wouldn't run anymore. I would accept Caden's feelings and return to him. "Where is he?" I asked, my voice steady. Yura immediately understood who I was referring to. She hesitated for a moment before replying, "He ... " Noticing her reluctance, my heart clenched with unease. I tensed and quickly pressed, "What happened to him?" A sense of unease tightened in my chest as I caught the hesitation in Yura's expression. Did something happen to Caden? That shouldn't be possible—Yura had just said he was awake. Her gaze flickered briefly before she spoke again. "He made it through, but his condition isn't great. I don't know the details. It's better if you see for yourself. He woke up before you did and has been alone in his room ever since. He won't let anyone in." I froze at her words. What was going on with Caden? Did something go wrong with him? "Which ward is Caden in? Take me to him," I urged, unable to wait any longer. I needed to see him—needed to know what had happened. I hurried to get out of bed, but the moment my feet hit the floor, a sharp, searing pain shot through my body.My legs buckled beneath me, and I nearly collapsed. Thankfully, Yura had anticipated this and caught me just in time. "Rosaline, don't push yourself. I'll take you there," she promised. I nodded, unconcerned about my condition. Yura steadied me, casting a sideways glance before adding, "When we found you, your feet were in terrible shape—completely bloodied, with twigs and thorns lodged deep in the soles. Hughie had to painstakingly remove them one by one and stitch up the infected wounds. If he hadn't, your feet might've been permanently damaged." "Hughie was here too?" I asked, surprised. Yura gave a small smile. "Yes, both you and Caden were in bad shape, and Hughie was really worried. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have recovered this quickly." I let out a breath of relief. With Hughie here, Caden should be fine. After all, he wasn't called a wonder doctor for nothing. "Here, sit down. I'll take you there," Yura said, rolling a wheelchair toward me and motioning for me to get in. I furrowed my brows—Freya must have traveled quite a long way afterward for her foot to end up in such a terrible state. I sat down, letting Yura push me forward. After turning a corner, we arrived at the entrance of Caden's hospital room. Yura had said his room was right next to mine. Thinking about Caden's badly wounded leg, a heavy feeling settled in my chest. Could something be wrong with it?But with Hughie here, no matter how severe the injury, he should be able to fix it. "I'll leave you here. I don't think he wants to see anyone but you, so I won't go in," Yura said with a sigh, a trace of sympathy in her eyes as she pushed open the door for me. I pressed the controls on the wheelchair, rolling myself inside, and behind me, the door clicked shut. As I moved down the corridor, I noticed that every curtain had been drawn tightly, shrouding the space in darkness. The only illumination came from a dim light near the head of the bed, casting long shadows across the floor. Narrowing my eyes, I made out a lone figure sitting in a wheelchair, his back turned toward me. "Caden." My voice quivered as I spoke his name, my heart twisting with unease and apprehension. A storm of unease and distress swirled within me. Caden, like me, was confined to a wheelchair. Which could only mean his leg had suffered a grave injury. I noticed the faint tremor in his back as he moved ever so slightly. Then, his voice—cold and lifeless, drained of its usual warmth—cut through the silence like a knife: "Don't come any closer!" Hearing him like this sent a sharp pang through my chest. Ignoring his words, I gripped the wheels of my chair and pushed myself forward. Caden instantly lifted a hand to stop me. "Stay back! I don't want you to see me like this." But I ignored him, pushing my wheelchair forward without hesitation. Under the faint glow of the bedside lamp, his face was shrouded in shadows, his usual warmth replaced by an overwhelming despair. "Caden, what's wrong? What happened to you?" My eyes locked onto his, searching for the truth. My gaze dropped to his legs, hidden beneath a thin blanket. A wave of dread tightened around my chest. I reached forward, fingers trembling. "Let me see, what's wrong with your legs?" Caden firmly held my hand down, his striking face shadowed with despair. "My legs ... they're worthless now."