DONOVAN

As I sat by Maya's bedside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and relief wash over me. She had finally woken up, and I was grateful to be by her side.

I had been visiting her every day since she was admitted, bringing her favorite flowers each time. The hospital room was now filled with a colorful collection of blooms, and I had taken to arranging them in a vase by her bedside table. It was a small gesture, but it made me feel like I was doing something to help her feel more comfortable.

As I gazed at Maya's face, I couldn't help but think...