~Tiara
The doctor entered the room briskly, a clipboard in hand and an air of efficiency. His white coat was pristine, a sharp contrast to the sterile hospital walls. He offered a polite smile, then began examining me, his gloved hands methodical as he checked my vitals.
“Mrs. Hernandez,” he began, his voice calm and professional, “your vitals are stabilizing, but you need to rest.”
I gave him a tight nod, already feeling stifled by the hospital bed and the IV drip tethering me to this place. “Doctor, can I step outside for some air? Just for a few minutes. I promise I’ll be careful with the drip.”
He hesitated for a moment, then relented with a small nod. “Alright, but be cautious. Don’t tug at the IV. And don’t stay out too long.”
“I won’t,” I assured him, already swinging my legs
