Larissa's POV
Dr. Coleman was in the middle of explaining post-discharge care when the door swung open. Carson entered carrying a cardboard tray filled with steaming coffee cups.
"Hope I'm not interrupting," he said, surveying the room. "Figured everyone might need some fuel."
"Carson!" Mom's face lit up with genuine pleasure. "What a sweet gesture."
He moved around the room, handing out the drinks before positioning himself next to me. His palm found the small of my back, a light but deliberate touch that made heat bloom across my skin.
"Mr. Gary," Dr. Coleman acknowledged him with a respectful nod. "I was reviewing discharge protocols with Mr. Cornelia."
"Don't let me stop you," Carson replied smoothly. "Please go ahead."
The doctor wrapped up his lengthy list of instructions, passed Mom a thick manila folder, and departed with one last reminder about the upcoming follow-up visit.
