In the dim glow of the overhead lights, the hospital room was cast in a serene ambiance, with the soft hum of various monitoring machinery providing a rhythmic backdrop. Outside, the occasional hushed footsteps of nurses scared away the stillness, while the distant city lights gleamed through the window.
In the corner of the room, a lone chair cradles Mirianne, her form obscured by a cozy blanket draped over her weary frame. Her gentle snores harmonize with the soft beeps of monitors. Despite the darkness, her presence brought a sense of comfort to Emory, she was not just his mother but his guardian and Emory could never feel safer with anyone than he did with his mother around.
