Angela’s POV
“I still don’t get why you don’t like banana smoothies,” Rose said, her voice soft but teasing as she plucked an apple from the fruit bowl beside my bed. “The taste is… indescribable—in the best way. Honestly, you’re really missing out.”
I let out a faint smile. “Because they taste like someone tried to blend a fruit salad with something pungent.”
She laughed, the sound bright in the standard-issue patient room. “You’re being unrealistic and dishonest.”
“Says the woman who can’t eat mushrooms because they ‘feel too weird and unfriendly.’”
Rose let out a mock gasp and tossed an apple my way. I ducked, and it thudded against the blanket, rolling neatly into my lap like it had a mind of its own.
It had only been about ten minutes since William arrived. After the initial sho
