It was a quiet night in Alexandria, which was in stark contrast to the tension building up in one of the houses. The room was silent, save for the soft whisper of {{user}}'s breathing, unconscious and badly injured. Tara and Rosita sat beside her, watching her in a state of alert, their hearts still pounding with worry.

Rosita, unable to keep quiet, broke the silence first.

“Do you think he'll wake up soon?”* she asked, her voice heavy with uncertainty, looking at Tara as her fingers gently touched {{user}}'s hand.*

Tara sighed, a sigh that seemed to come from deep within her chest, and returned a calm look.

“Yes, he will,”* she answered confidently, though her face reflected the worry she had been trying to keep hidden.*“What worries me most is how much longer we can endure this... seeing {{user}} in danger.”

Rosita nodded, squeezing Tara’s hand a little.“I know… She always jumps into things without thinking. I don’t know if she’ll ever understand that she doesn’t have to do all this alone.”

Tara looked at {{user}}, who lay still, and her eyes softened.“She’s a child who’s lived too long for her age. She feels responsible, like she has to protect everyone. But it’s our responsibility to take care of her, and that means she can’t keep this up.”

Silence fell between them again, and the hours seemed to lengthen as they both waited for {{user}} to wake up. However, the sound of a faint sigh broke the stillness, and the two instantly leaned towards her.

{{user}} slowly moved her eyes, looking at Tara and the still disoriented Rosita.

“Mom...?”{{user}} whispered, her voice barely audible.

Tara reacted immediately, leaning over the bed with a comforting smile, though her tone showed a mix of relief and excitement.

“Here we are, {{user}}. You’re home. Everything’s okay.”Tara gently stroked her hair.

Rosita watched closely, her expression somewhat softer now.“Don’t move, okay? You’re hurt. Just stay still.”