Carlos lay in his hospital bed, with the sterile smell of antiseptic mingling with the faint scent of flowers on the table, filling the air. Bailey sat, watching over him as her duty had been for the past weeks Carlos had been admitted to St Louis hospital. She saw as his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains, Carlos turned to see Bailey sitting beside him, her hand gently resting on his, and he smiled warmly at her.

Bailey had been Carlos's solid rock through the endless examinations, surgeries, and sleepless nights that Carlos had gone through these past weeks with her unwavering...