Third person pov
The steady rhythm of the heart monitor had become the background score of Talia Monroe's existence. Beep. Beep. Beep. It was constant, relentless, a reminder that she was alive but barely holding on, suspended between recovery and ruin.
For days or had it been weeks? She had drifted in and out of consciousness, trapped in a fog of pain and helplessness. The world moved around her, doctors spoke above her, nurses adjusted machines, but she had been nothing more than a silent witness in her own body.
But today was different.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking against the pale morning light that filtered through the blinds. The ceiling looked the same as every other day, but she felt something new. Her hand twitched beneath the blanket, and this time she realized it wasn't accidental. She had moved it herself.
