The hospital room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the overhead light casting soft shadows on the walls.
Laura lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a tangled web of thoughts. It had been days since she regained consciousness, but the haze of confusion and pain still lingered.
The physical wounds were healing, but the emotional ones ran much deeper, cutting into her soul with every breath she took.
She heard the door creak open and turned her head slowly. Jade stood in the doorway, looking uncertain, almost hesitant.
He wore a plain black hoodie and jeans, his hands stuffed in his pockets. His usual confident demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he looked...vulnerable.
“Hey.” he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “How are you feeling?”
La
