LILA'S POV
The hospital room slowly became quiet again.
The chaotic rush of the afternoon, the tearful introductions, and the overwhelming wave of relief had finally settled down. Mom had fallen asleep, her breathing deep and even, aided by the medication.
The nurses came in on quiet feet, checking her vitals with practiced efficiency before dimming the harsh overhead lights, leaving the room bathed in a soft, shadowed glow.
The steady, rhythmic rhythm of the heart monitor filled the silence. It was no longer a terrifying sound, but a comforting reminder that she was still here. That she was fighting.
I leaned over the bed one last time, gently tucking the heavy white blanket around her shoulders before quietly stepping outside into the hallway.
The corridor was almost empty, the bri
