The morning sun filtered through the thin hospital curtains, casting a soft golden hue on Maya’s bed. The faint scent of disinfectant mixed with something lighter now warmth, life, and hope.
It had been a week since the scare, and Maya had improved remarkably. Her cheeks had regained color, and her laughter now filled the room like music after a long silence.
Leah sat by her bedside, helping her brush her hair while Jenah scrolled lazily through her phone.
“Easy, not so hard,” Maya whined playfully. “You’re pulling too much.”
Leah chuckled. “You’ve complained more in the last ten minutes than you did the whole time you were in the hospital bed.”
“That’s because now I can,” Maya replied, tossing a small grin at her sister.
Jenah looked up. “So… it’s official. You’re discharged tomorro
