Date = 20 June
Three more days before I can talk to Brian.
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
My new home away from home.
POV - Aria
I watch them walk away, the echo of their footsteps soft against the polished hospital floor. They seem lighter now, almost buoyant, as if a weight has been lifted. The anxious aura they carried into the room just an hour ago has evaporated, replaced by the kind of quiet relief that only comes after bad news has been ruled out.
His father is practically his mirror — dark hair, dark eyes, same proud jawline. His sister, too. I’ve seen them before … the girl with the ice cream. In total contrast, his brother inherited their mom’s blonde hair.
Sweet. Normal. Whole.
When he first woke up, two days ago, they didn’t allow anyone in. But since then,
