In the next few days, the hospital ward was filled with a quiet hum as Delilah's doctor and nurse stood before her, reviewing her chart.
Marco sat nearby, observing every movement.
Delilah, perched on the edge of the hospital bed, fidgeted slightly, her bandaged hand resting in her lap.
The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Alright, Miss Flynn, let’s assess how you’re healing. Shall we?"
Delilah nodded. "Go ahead."
The nurse handed the doctor a pair of gloves, which he snapped on with accuracy.
Delilah stole a glance at Marco. He offered her a small, encouraging smile, but his gaze was sharp, focused.
As the doctor carefully removed the old bandage, Delilah winced slightly.
Marco straightened, his hands resting on his knees as if ready to intervene.
"Sorry about that," the doctor
