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    Elliana gave him a gentle smile. “Alright. Let’s begin the first injection.”

    She turned to the medical kit, carefully fitting a needle to the syringe before drawing the shimmering liquid from the vial. Her movements were steady and practiced, but her eyes never left his. “The Elysian Elixir might impact your memory, but there are no physical side effects. The injection itself ispletely painless.”

    Once the syringe was filled, she tapped it lightly to release any air bubbles, then held it up and examined it with precision. Her focus was absolute, but when she looked at him again, her expression softened.

    “Psychephrenia is already affecting your system. It’s why you’re having those intense sleep disturbances. Your body is warning you,” she said softly. “But once this injection takes effect, your sleep should improve. Rest will help stabilize your mental state—and that will slow the illness down.”

    Then, with a hint of yfulness, she added, “Now, shirt off. Time for your shot.”

    But Cole didn’t move.

    Elliana paused, noticing the hesitation in his eyes. Her professional calm didn’t reach him the way it usually did.

    He just stared at her, like he was trying to memorize her face. Every curve, every detail. She was asking him to take the first step toward healing. But to him, it felt like stepping toward a cliff. Because what if this was thest moment he remembered her? What if he woke up and became an entirely different person?

    Sensing his fear, Elliana let out a soft chuckle and stepped closer. “Rx,” she said, her eyes soft. “Like I told you, the first two doses won’t affect your memory much.”

    Cole finally exhaled, a long, steady breath that seemed to loosen the tightness in his chest. Slowly, he reached for the buttons of his shirt, undid them one by one, and then let the fabric slip from his shoulder.

    The skin he revealed carried a faint, pale scar—small, but unforgettable. It was the very ce where a bullet had grazed him when he’d shielded her with his own body.

    The sight hit Elliana like a wave. Her heart clenched, pulling her straight back to that night—the chaos on the yacht, the frantic pressure of his wound, the desperate in-flight surgery where she’d clung to hope and blood-stained gloves. Tears welled in her eyes before she could stop them. This man, this stubborn, reckless, beautiful man, had almost died for her.

    He’d said the memories of her were the most important part of his twenty-seven years. She wanted to scream that their shared days mattered equally to her entire twenty. This moment, this memory, meant everything.

    She bit down on her lower lip, swallowing the lump rising in her throat. Now wasn’t the time to cry. If Cole saw her falter, he might hesitate. And she couldn’t afford that—not when they’de this far.

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    Without a word, she raised the syringe and slid the needle into his arm with practiced precision.

    The room fell into stillness.

    Cole didn’t flinch, but his expression changed. That tiny prick of the needle felt like a threshold, as if he’d just stepped over an invisible line between the life he knew and whatever came next.

    Elliana withdrew the needle and quickly turned away, pretending to fuss with the medical kit. “All done,” she said, forcing a light tone. “See? That wasn’t so bad. Don’t tell me a big, tough guy like you is afraid of a little injection?”

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