A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

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When I opened my eyes, the ceiling above me was unfamiliar–too white, too bright, too still. For a few seconds, I just lay there blinking at it, my mind foggy and slow, as if someone had stuffed cotton between my thoughts. Then the faint smell of drifted in, a soft electronic beep pulsed

steadily nearby.

The clinic.

Why was I in the clinic?

It took another sluggish moment before the memory slid back into place–me trying to stand after the council meeting, the floor swaying like it wanted to fling me across the room, and Cole catching me before everything dissolved into darkness.

I exhaled heavily.

Great.

I turned my head slightly and saw the IV drip at my side, the clear liquid dripping in a patient rhythm. One needle in my hand. A thin blanket over me. Someone had removed my shoes–Cole maybe, or one of the nurses. The last thing I remembered was the panic in his voice. I would laugh at that later… but right now, I was too tired to find it funny.

I shifted, trying to push myself up, and my body felt heavy–as if it had been recharged halfway but

not fully.

“How long have I been out?” I murmured to myself, reaching toward my phone on the bedside

cabinet.

The time made me freeze.

Hours.

I’d been asleep for actual hours.

Before I could process it further, the door opened quietly. Dr. Adams walked in with her usual smart steps, wearing that stern, unreadable face that always made me feel like I was a

disobedient child being judged silently.

“Luna, you’re awake.”

Not a question. Just a statement thrown into the room like she already knew the answer before

entering.

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“Yes,” I said, sitting up a bit straighter.

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She stopped beside me, eyes scanning the chart in her hand, then shifting to the drip bag. “Good.

You needed the rest.”

I didn’t argue. Mostly because she was right.

She moved closer and checked my pulse, then my eyes, then the infusion.

“The tests are back,” she said as she scribbled something down. “Everything looks fine overall.”

Relief washed through me–warm but brief.

“But,” she added with the sort of calm finality that always meant trouble, “you were severely dehydrated. That’s part of what caused your dizziness.”

I stared at her. Dehydrated?

I drank water… a lot of water… all the time.

“How-“I began, then shut my mouth. Right. Arguing with Dr. Adams was like slapping a sleeping bear. Foolish and unnecessary.

She wasn’t finished anyway.

“And you need more rest. Not optional.” She stepped back and gave me that clinical, pointed look. “For your sake and for the baby’s.”

I nodded automatically. But it took half a second for her words to fully register.

“For the–yes,” I said quickly, swallowing the sudden tightness in my throat. “Of course.”

She didn’t soften, but she did lower her clipboard. “Exhaustion and stress can affect the child. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

I had no counterargument for that one. Because she was absolutely right.

Rest.

Something I had been treating like a luxury instead of a requirement… but I didn’t think I was doing anything too stressful though, just that I’d been feeling a bit weak for a reason I couldn’t say for

sure.

It couldn’t have been just because of the pregnancy alone, could it? Well…

She hovered for a few more seconds–like she was trying to decide whether to scold me again- before finally saying, “You can leave once the drip finishes.”

“Okay.”

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“And Luna?” she added, pausing at the door.

I looked up.

“Please, do not skip meals for any reason.”

The tone was a warning disguised as advice. “Your body is working for two now.”

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I rolled my lips inward to keep from smiling like a teenager caught doing something ridiculous. “I

won’t.”

She gave me a final nod and left.

The room fell quiet again. I leaned back and let my eyes close for a moment. My body felt better- lighter, clearer–but there was still a softness behind my eyelids that begged for more sleep.

But I wasn’t going to lie down again.

I’d already slept half the day away.

When the drip finally emptied, a nurse was already standing by, waiting to take it off.

As soon as the nurse did her thing and left, I carefully removed the blanket and slid off the bed. My feet touched the cool floor, and it felt… good. I stretched once, testing myself. No dizziness, no

fog.

Good.

I found my shoes beside the bed and slipped them on, then made my way out of the clinic, waving briefly at the nurse who wished me a good night.

Stepping outside, the air hit me instantly–cooler, darker. Nighttime. The entire compound felt quieter, like the world had taken a deep breath in my absence.

For a moment, I stood there just letting the fresh air settle around me.

But the exhaustion was still there, tucked low in my bones like a stubborn ache. Maybe Dr. Adams was right. I had pushed too much today–mentally, physically, emotionally. The council meeting had drained what was left in me, and the tension from Patrick’s letter certainly hadn’t helped.

Still, I wasn’t going to think about Patrick or the High Circle right now.

Right now, all I wanted–desperately–was something warm to eat. And then sleep. Long, uninterrupted, peaceful sleep.

I rubbed a hand over my face and exhaled softly.

Dinner and bed.

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That was all my brain could handle.

Nothing else… absolutely nothing else.

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I sat beside her on the bed, the room quiet except for the soft sound of the morning breeze slipping through the slightly open window.

Faye lay curled on her side, her hair spread across the pillow in loose waves. She looked so peaceful–too peaceful for me to even think about waking her.

I reached out and gently moved a few strands away from her face, letting my fingers trail lightly along her temple. Her skin felt warm, but not feverish. Thank the moons for that.

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