Lisa’s POV
The next morning still didn’t feel real, hospitals had a way of making time lose meaning completely you know. The lights never fully went off, the hallways never truly became quiet. Everything existed in this strange in-between state where exhaustion and anxiety blended together until hours no longer felt separate, I wasn’t even sure I had slept. There had been a couch in the room, a small one near the window the nurses had quietly arranged for me sometime during the night, probably assuming I would eventually rest properly but every single time I looked at it… guilt settled inside me because what if I missed something? What if Ethan woke up and I wasn’t beside him? What if he moved? What if he opened his eyes? What if he needed someone and I wasn’t there? So instead of laying
