MAYA

As I lay in the hospital bed, I could see the concern etched on Cheryl's face. She had been sitting with me for a while, trying to lift my spirits, but I could tell that she was feeling sad. I didn't know what was wrong, but I could sense that something was bothering her.

Just then, Donovan walked up to us, a look of concern on his face. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked Cheryl, noticing that she looked upset.

Cheryl hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I think I need to give you two some space," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a pang of...