A gentle knock sounded on the door, and it opened slowly to reveal Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. They stepped inside with soft smiles, relief still written all over their tired faces.
“Sweetheart,” Mrs. Thompson said, walking over to May’s bedside. “We didn’t want to interrupt earlier, but we just wanted to check on you again.”
May smiled, her voice still faint. “I’m okay, Mom. Really. Just a little tired.”
Mr. Thompson placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “We’ll let you rest some more, but seeing you awake... it’s the best thing that’s happened to us in days.”
Georgia stood and nodded respectfully. “She’s doing great. We’ll make sure she doesn’t overdo anything.”
Mrs. Thompson’s gaze softened as she looked at Georgia. “Thank you, dear. You’ve been here almost every day, haven’t you?”
