NYRA
I pushed the door and slipped quietly into Ria’s ward. The sun wasn’t even fully up yet, but I didn’t care. I had been thinking about her all night.
I came yesterday at midnight and saw her breathing so well. I even smiled to myself when I left because she looked stronger. I told myself she would stand soon. Maybe in a few days. Maybe even surprise us all and walk out of here on her own feet.
But this morning felt different.
I stood by her bed calling her name, waiting for her eyes to open like she always did when she heard my voice.
She didn’t move.
I called again, louder this time. “Ria… hey, wake up. Nurse Nyra is here,” I teased lightly, forcing a smile as I reached out and touched her cheek. Her skin was cold. Not the normal sick cold. A deeper one. But I convinced myself
