The automatic doors parted, and Isabelle felt a surge of familiarity wash over her as she stepped into the busy hospital lobby. After more than two months leaving New York to recuperate with everything, away from the USA, while rehabilitating Rayleigh's hand. They're finally back home; the hospital is also home for Rayleigh.
Isabelle can see the way Rayleigh smiles and takes a deep breath once she smells the scent of medicine, all the familiar sight of her hospital and the familiar faces, who are now staring at them in disbelief.
The air hummed with the familiar sounds of activity—the rhythmic beeps of medical equipment, the murmur of voices, the shuffle of hurried footsteps. Isabelle's gaze swept over the scene, taking in the subtle changes that had occurred during her absence, like the new coffee shop nestled in the corner not far from the lobby on the ground floor.
