The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the hospital room, bathing Alliah in a pale glow that softened the lines of fatigue etched across her face. Machines hummed in quiet rhythm, their beeping a steady reminder of how fragile and precious each breath was. Jamiro sat by her bedside, his hand resting gently over hers, while Apple leaned against the far wall, arms folded, watching silently. Joshua, seated in a corner chair with his notebook open, scribbled aimlessly as though trying to distract himself from the tension that had once again begun to grow between them all.
The doctor had just left, and his words echoed like a stubborn storm cloud. “We need further tests. The last procedure helped, but the underlying condition remains uncertain. We can’t make promises yet.”
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