Ashley
My mother rushed toward me as soon as she stepped into the ward. Her hands reached out instinctively, pressing against my forehead to check my temperature. The warmth of her touch made my chest tighten.
“Ashley, I got here as soon as I got the call. What happened?” Her voice was sharp at first, filled with worry, but softened the moment she saw me lying there, pale and weak. I tried to sit up slightly, but Hayden’s hand pressed gently on my shoulder, guiding me back down.
“Don’t move too much,” he said quietly. His voice was calm, but I could feel the tension underneath. He was holding himself together for me, and that only made me feel worse. My mother turned to the doctor, her eyes demanding answers.
“Doctor, what exactly is wrong with her? Why did you call me?” The doctor
