Noah remained in the hospital for three days.
The doctors insisted he stay for observation, but Noah hated every second of it.
"The food has no flavor," he complained, poking at his breakfast with a spoon.
Luna laughed from the chair beside his bed.
"You've complained about the soup, the vegetables, the rice, and even the jelly."
"The jelly was too wobbly."
She couldn't help but smile.
"You really are impossible."
"But you still came."
"I always will."
Noah's teasing grin softened into something gentler.
"...Thank you."
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Every afternoon after school, Luna visited him.
Sometimes they played card games.
Sometimes they read books together.
Other times, they simply sat in silence, watching the clouds drift past the hospital window.
Even silence felt comforting when they wer
