Third person's POV
The night deepened slowly, hour by hour, until the hospital seemed to exist outside of time. The hall lights dimmed, nurses’ voices softened, and shoes scuffed more gently across the floors. Most of the visiting families had already gone home. Only a handful of rooms still held silhouettes of people who refused to sleep.
Liora was one of them.
She remained seated at her grandfather’s bedside, her fingers curled around his hand. He had regained consciousness some time ago, not fully awake, but aware enough that his gaze occasionally fluttered open, drifting toward her before slipping shut again from exhaustion. The faint movement of his fingers against her palm was enough to keep her anchored.
Rowan stayed, as he had quietly promised. He had only left to get
