Saint:
It felt surreal that a whole month had passed since the day that changed everything. Time moved strangely in a hospital—mornings blurred into afternoons, a constant hum of medical chatter, and the beep of machinery providing the only sense of passing hours. I entered Shay’s room, the same way I had every day since the accident, my heart clenching as I found her still lying there, wrapped in a silent slumber.
The nurse I passed earlier in the hallway offered me a sympathetic smile, but I barely registered it. My attention was fixed on Shay, motionless except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. As always, the sight of her scar, barely covered by her peach fuzz that had grown out, made my stomach twist painfully. She looked so different from the vibrant, laughing woman who used
