The morning sun poured into the room, casting a mild glow that danced across George's face. He blinked, his gaze gradually focusing as the morning light illuminated his face.
George winced as he tried to get up from the bed. He glanced at his arm still placed in a cast, it was giving him a really hard time. Even simple tasks became challenges with his dominant hand imprisoned in a stiff cast.
Luckily for him, Luna had been there to help him through his pain ever since he'd been discharged. She took very good care of him, occasionally visiting him to care for him and her visits became the highlights of his day.
Luna would help him with his medication, prepare his meals, and even assist with his physical therapy exercises.
Her patience and kindness were like a soothing balm to his frust
