Two weeks later.
The morning crept into the dimly lit room Eisley lay awake. The lights barely brushed against the heavy curtains that guarded the windows. The air was thick with a sombre stillness. Shadows danced languidly across the walls,
Eisley's eyes, weary and red-rimmed, drifted to the window where the curtains hung. In the silence, memories played out like faded photographs in her mind, each one a memory of Irwin and how that life died quickly for her.
As the morning stretched on, the dim light began to shift, but her moment of quietness was shattered when the door flew open and a red-haired barged in, walking towards the curtain. She immediately grabbed it, flinging it open.
Eisley dodged the lights, turning over, but it didn't end there. The redhead reached for her blanket, dragging it off.
"Mrs Kent, you have to wake up! Your father has a little surprise for you!" She said, groaning as she struggled with the blankets with Eisley.
