Lyra
The door slammed harshly, cutting Aurelia short before she could finish what she wanted to say. The room was immediately heavy with the scent of antiseptic from the hallway seeping inside through the open door as a nurse marched in, her arrival sudden, causing our conversation to immediately halt. Aurelia immediately went tense, her lips drawn into a thin line as she leaned back in her chair, looking at the woman in pale blue scrubs.
The middle-aged woman nurse with lines around her mouth from deep creases smiled at me, although it did not reach her eyes. It was more professional than soothing.
"Medication time, dear," she said, her voice firm yet soft. "It's time for you to take your medication."
I stared at the small paper cup held in her hand for some seconds, my brows furrowi
