That night, the hospital felt eerily quiet. The hallway lights glowed dimly, the steady beeping of monitors filling the silence. In one of the rooms, Leviana lay pale and fragile, an IV line taped to her arm.

The door creaked open slowly. Adrian stepped in, his hurried footsteps betraying his anxiety.

“Leviana…” he called softly.

The woman opened her eyes, a faint smile forming on her lips. “Adrian… you came.”

Adrian sat by her bedside, gently holding her hand. “How are you feeling? Did the doctor check on you?”

Leviana’s eyes shimmered with tears. “I’m scared… I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. But you’re here… and...