The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as Aria lay in the hospital bed, the soft hum of machines providing a constant backdrop. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting gentle patterns on the floor. She stared at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
A soft knock at the door interrupted her reverie. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, revealing Clary and Karako. Clary’s eyes were filled with concern, while Karako’s expression was a mix of relief and worry.
“Aria,” Clary said softly, stepping into the room.
Aria managed a weak smile. “Hey.”
Karako followed Clary, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. “We thought these might brighten up the room a bit,” she said, placing them on the bedside table.
“Thank you,” Aria replied, her voice b
