Maria remained unconscious, trapped in the still, heavy silence of her mind, but the world around her was far from quiet.
Though she couldn't move or speak, her soul hovered, aware of the people who came and went, their voices filtering through the haze like distant echoes.
Outside her room at Celtic Hospitals, Laura was startled as a sharp voice called out to her. She turned quickly and found the doctor approaching her with brisk steps.
His expression was serious, but there was recognition in his eyes.
"Good morning, doctor," Laura greeted politely, forcing a calm smile despite the pounding of her heart.
"Good morning, miss. How are you today?" the doctor responded gently, slowing his pace as he reached her.
"I'm fine, doctor… but how's Maria? Is she doing any better?" Laura asked anxiously, her eyes pleading for good news.
The doctor sighed, his face tightening slightly. "I can't tell you that she's okay… but I'm hopeful."
