The hospital corridors were quieter now. The chaos of earlier was replaced with an eerie stillness. But inside Michelle’s room, James couldn't find peace. His fingers gently traced the back of her hand, his thumb running over her wedding ring.
"You scared me tonight, love," he whispered, his voice rough. "Twice."
The machines beeped steadily, a fragile promise that Michelle was still with him. That she was still fighting.
A soft knock on the door pulled James from his thoughts. He turned to see Bradford peeking in.
"Cams and I couldn't sleep," he admitted. "Mind if we sit with you for a while?"
James nodded, motioning for them to take the chair on the other side of the bed.
"Thanks for coming back," James uttered.
"Want to go grab something to eat and drink. Cams can sit here with
