Lynn stepped out of the hospital room slowly, holding Sylvester’s arm like she might fall over any second. Her face looked pale, lips pressed together like she was holding back tears.
“You sure you’re okay to walk?” Sylvester asked, worry in his voice.
She nodded, giving him a soft smile. “Yeah… just a little dizzy. I’m fine, really.”
The nurse handed her a discharge paper and waved them off. “Take it easy, miss. No stress. And rest.”
Lynn nodded, clutching the paper tight. “Thank you.”
Outside, a black car waited. Sylvester helped her in like she was made of glass. His mom was already in the front seat, scrolling on her phone.
“Took your sweet time,” she said, barely looking up.
“Mom” Lynn said gently, “sorry for the wait. The doctor was a little slow.”
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