MR. HAWTHORNES POV

Upon stirring from slumber, I found myself in a tranquil and unfamiliar environment, the weight of a tightly fitted mask pressing against my face. In instances of severe attacks such as this, I often require nebulization therapy to alleviate symptoms and I'm grateful that this clinic has one.

I shifted to the other side of the small hospital room and encountered the kind-hearted Samaritan who had lent a helping hand.

She lay slumbering in a seated position, her peaceful expression indicating profound fatigue from her benevolent endeavors.

Even amidst my labored breaths, the memory of her unwavering kindness and assistance lingered prominently in my thoughts, offering a...