Silvia
By evening, the doctors were cautiously optimistic. Noah was still incredibly weak, but his vitals had stabilized, and he could stay awake a little longer without drifting off.
He hadn't said much, just a few words here and there, but his eyes followed movement now, and he squeezed my hand when I spoke. That felt like a win.
He looked pale and fragile under the hospital lights, his skin almost the same color as the sheets, but he was there. Really there.
A nurse came in quietly, set a tray on the table, and gave me a quick nod before slipping back out.
"Here," I said, spooning up some broth from the hospital dinner they'd brought him. "It's not exactly gourmet, but it's something."
Noah grimaced but opened his mouth. "This tastes like dishwater."
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