Saffron's PoV
The night had been long, stretching into an endless series of moments punctuated by Anis's cries and the hum of her breathing machine. Every sound felt amplified in the quiet darkness, and sleep had become a fleeting, elusive thing. Rosemary and I had barely closed our eyes before Anis's small, plaintive cry pierced the silence once again.
I stirred in bed, feeling exhaustion pressing down on me. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the room. Beside me, Rosemary was already sitting up, her hair tousled and messy from the restless night. She looked over at the basket where Anis lay, her tiny face scrunched up in distress.
"Do you think she needs a diaper change?" I asked, my voice hoarse from lack of sleep.
Rosemary shook her head, her eyes heavy with fatigue but filled with a quiet determination. "No, I think she's just hungry again."
