The days passed like a blurry sequence, each one blending into the next until Sunday finally arrived. As promised, I was going to visit Drew, and I brought Rhys along with me. Just like before, we stopped to pick up some fruits for Drew—a small gesture, but one that felt like a tangible way to show we cared.
The hospital loomed ahead, its sterile walls and bright lights a stark contrast to the lively city outside. We made our way through the familiar hallways, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the air. Each step brought us closer to Drew’s room, and with it, a mix of anticipation and dread. Seeing him always lifted my spirits, but the sight of him in the hospital bed was a harsh reminder of the battle he was fighting.
As we entered his room, my heart leaped at the sight of Martha sitting
