- Zayn -
The sterile smell of antiseptic mingled with the slightly floral scent of the small bouquet in the corner of the doctor's office. I sat rigidly in my chair, my fingers tapping nervously against the armrest. Lizzie sat beside Aria, her hand tightly grasping my sister's, a gesture of solidarity that resonated with the unspoken tension filling the room. Aria's forehead was beaded with sweat, and I could see the flicker of anxiety in her eyes as we awaited the doctor.
As the minutes crawled by, the silence felt like a weight that pressed down on us, heavy and suffocating. I remembered the countless nights spent worrying about the toll the accident had taken on Aria, the dreams that had been shattered, and the long, painstaking journey toward recovery. Each second stretched, amplify
