Rowan:
Nurse Faye, bless her heart, was always considerate. She quietly moved around the room, drawing the curtains so the three of us could have some semblance of privacy.
The air was still heavy with antiseptic and the faint hum of machines, but the softer lighting made it feel less like a sterile hospital room and more like… a place where memories could still exist.
Eva sank into the chair closest to Naira's bedside, her movements careful, almost reverent. I pulled another chair closer and sat down beside her, my eyes falling on Naira's pale, unmoving face.
My hand instinctively reached out, wrapping around hers. Her skin was cold... too cold for someone who should be young and vibrant, running around, laughing, complaining about me forgetting to eat.
