Me and Rhys were at the hospital, visiting Drew. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of flowers from a bouquet on the windowsill. The soft beeping of machines and the hushed conversations of nurses created a backdrop of hospital life that felt both foreign and familiar. As we walked down the dimly lit corridor, I couldn't help but feel a knot of anxiety in my stomach, a mixture of worry for Drew and the weight of everything else going on.
The corridor was lined with a muted green wallpaper, the kind that was meant to be calming but only added to the sense of sterility. The overhead lights flickered slightly, casting long shadows on the floor. I glanced at the rooms we passed, each one a small world of its own, filled with patients and their famili
