Isabella
By the time the last round of scans ended, exhaustion had settled so deeply into my body that even breathing felt heavy.
The hospital room had long since grown dimmer outside the windows, the pale afternoon light fading into softer shades of gold while doctors moved quietly around me reviewing charts and images displayed across glowing screens.
I sat near the examination bed gripping my cane loosely while anxiety twisted steadily inside my stomach.
I tried my best not to let my mind wander, but no matter how much effort I put into it, it disappeared the minute I started questioning myself and everything else.
Was it going to work? Was my leg that bad? What if there's no hope for me after all?
It took everything in me to finally swat the questions away, and on the other ha
