Morning sunlight streamed softly through the hospital blinds, spilling onto Maya’s pale face. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor was steady now a sign that the worst had passed. Leah’s eyes fluttered open from the uncomfortable nap she had taken on the couch beside her sister’s bed. Her heart skipped when she saw Maya’s eyes moving slightly beneath their lids.
“Maya?” Leah whispered, her voice trembling with hope.
Maya’s lashes fluttered before she finally blinked her eyes open. “Leah…?” Her voice was faint but filled with life. “You look… tired.”
Leah gasped, covering her mouth as tears immediately pooled in her eyes. Jenah, who had been by the window trying to call the nurse, turned sharply. “Oh my God Maya!” She hurried over and placed a gentle hand on the girl’s arm. “You’re awake.
