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Orga’s worry grew stronger as he kept checking the clock. The hands seemed to move so slowly, teasing him with their slowness. He’d been checking for what felt like hours, his anxiety building with each passing minute.

Arabella had been out with Sandro for a long time, and a sense of unease gnawed at him. He tried to distract himself by pacing the cave’s rough stone floor, but his thoughts kept returning to Arabella.

Had they argued? Was she hurt? Or worse, something bad happened to her?

Orga wondered if he should have gone with Arabella despite her insistence on handling things alone.

And then there was Blaze. Despite all his efforts to save him, Blaze’s breathing remained shallow and troubled. Orga couldn’t help but wonder if Blaze would ever awaken from his coma.

Orga had enlisted a team of magical medical experts to care for Blaze. They worked tirelessly to determine the cause of his condition, but even they were baffled. They’d run every conceivable test, yet nothing seemed to help.

Was it a toxic substance, or perhaps an unnoticed head injury? He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d missed something crucial. Despite the gravity of the situation, he remained determined not to give up on Blaze.

Yes, he had warned him countless times, and if he had left Arabella alone, he wouldn’t be in the condition, but that doesn’t mean he would give up just yet.

And then he wondered how Arabella would take the news of how they had helped him to no avail.

Orga had assured her Blaze would be fine, but now he wondered how he was going to tell her otherwise.

Thalia stood in the corner, her eyes fixed on Blaze’s still form. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. “I told you to stay away from that girl,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Now look what she’s done to you.”

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Guilt washed over Thalia. Maybe if she’d tried harder to convince him, he wouldn’t be in this state. But she knew Blaze’s stubborn nature would have prevailed.

She took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself. She couldn’t fall apart now; Blaze needed her the most. She walked to his bedside, taking his hand in hers.

“I’m sorry, Blaze,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from this.”

Even as she spoke, Thalia clung to hope. Maybe, just maybe, Blaze would wake up, and things would return to normal. She held onto that hope, praying for his return.

Turning to Orga with tear-filled eyes, Thalia voiced her concern, “Orga, please, tell me, will my brother survive?”

Orga took a deep breath, meeting her gaze. “Thalia, I wish I could give you a clear answer, but right now, I can’t be certain.”

Thalia’s heart sank. She had clung to the hope that her brother would pull through, but now fear consumed her. “What do you mean you’re not sure?”

“Well, we’re doing everything to keep him stable and aid his recovery, but his condition remains critical,” Orga explained gently. “There’s a chance things could take a turn for the worse.”

Thalia glanced back at Blaze. “Could he… lose his life like this?” she whispered.

Orga hesitated before nodding solemnly. “Unfortunately, yes, it’s possible,” he said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But we’re doing our best to prevent that.”

Tears flowed down Thalia’s cheeks as she tried to grasp what he had said. A thousand questions and a million fears filled her mind. What if he never woke up? How could she go on without him?

Her tears returned as she asked, “How did this happen? What happened to my brother?”

Orga paused before answering, his voice low. “There was a prophecy,” he said. “Blaze had been warned multiple times about the risk to his life. He should’ve stayed away from Arabella, but he didn’t, and now he’s paying for it.”

Thalia was stunned. “A prophecy?” she asked in disbelief. “What kind of prophecy?”

Orga sighed and said, “The prophecy warned Blaze of the danger, but he chose to ignore it. Love can be blinding, you know.”

Thalia couldn’t believe it. “This can’t be happening,” she muttered. “He’s my brother. He’s supposed to be strong.”

“I understand, Thalia. I wish I could say otherwise, but I can’t. We’ve done all we can, but his condition is critical. We’re just waiting for him to pass so we can give him a proper farewell.”

“No,” she protested, tears welling up. “There has to be something we can try.”

Orga’s expression remained somber. “I wish there were, Thalia. Sometimes, fate takes control. All we can do now is support each other through this tough time.”

With a heavy heart, Thalia nodded, her tears falling freely. Facing the reality that her brother might not make it was unimaginably painful.