Emma pushed Tom's wheelchair down the winding path of the hospital garden, the warm afternoon sun casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The hospital had become her second home over the past months, and these daily walks were a cherished routine. The doctor had advised that fresh air and sunlight would do Tom good, and Emma was eager to see him improve.
"Look at that sunset," Tom said softly, his voice filled with awe. The sky was a masterpiece of colors, with shades of orange, pink, and purple blending seamlessly.
Emma stopped the wheelchair at a bench overlooking the horizon and sat down beside Tom. "It's beautiful," she agreed, slipping her hand into his. They often found themselves here, sharing quiet moments and talking about anything and everything.
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