Hours after the delicate surgery, the tension in the operating theatre eased as the nurse monitoring Aurora's vitals announced, "Her vitals are stable." A wave of relief washed over the team as one of the surgeons turned to Xander, who had been silently watching from the corner.
"Dr. Lex," the surgeon said, his voice calm yet professional, "the surgery was a success. We will wheel your wife out once the nurse finishes cleaning her up. You can step outside and rest now."
But Xander remained unmoving, his sharp gaze locked on Aurora's pale face. "I will wait," he said firmly, walking to her side. He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently as if willing her to feel his presence. "Sweetheart," he whispered softly, "We did it. You are stronger than you think."