C67 Scars and Promises

Morning sunlight filtered softly through the hospital curtains.

The ICU room had grown quieter now.

Machines still monitored Aisha’s heartbeat, but the tension that once filled the room had eased slightly.

She was awake.

Weak.

But awake.

Arjun sat beside her bed with a tray of hospital food balanced awkwardly in his hands.

The bowl on the tray contained something pale and suspiciously soft