Elias reached for her hand. “Then let me help you become what you are now.”

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From that night on, the healing became a shared thing—not magic, but trust. And when Elias finally left the hospital, he didn’t walk out alone. Beside him, in a plain white coat, walked a woman with no wings but a heart full of thunder.

Angellica smiled, sad and gentle. “No. But I wanted to be. For you.”

She wore no uniform, only a silver-white coat that shimmered like frost. Her voice was soft, but her touch left a warmth that sank into his bones. “You’re healing,” she’d whisper, and somehow, impossibly, he believed her.

The Nurse Who Fell Like Lightning