MELISSA'S POV
I hadn't woken up fully when they called me into the office. I hadn’t even had coffee yet, and my body felt heavy from lack of proper sleep. The constant beeping of machines, the scent of antiseptic that lingered everywhere which I am already sick of, and the endless cycle of worry had become my life these past few days. Still, I pushed through. For him.
The doctor’s office was quiet when I stepped in, except for the rustle of papers as he went through Xavier’s file. He looked up at me with one of those reassuring smiles doctors seem trained to perfect—warm, but never too emotional.
“Melissa,” he began, folding his hands on the table, "it's about Xavier, “if he maintains this recovery pace, we can discharge him by the weekend. He’ll need to come back for regular checkups
