A few minutes earlier, in the real world, Maylon waited anxiously in front of the room where his wife was being treated. His hands trembled, and his forehead was furrowed with worry. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened, and the doctor stepped out.
"Doctor?" Maylon muttered softly, his voice tense.
"There's been an immune failure, but her condition has improved," the doctor replied. "You can see her now."
Maylon entered the room once the nurses had left, and he quietly sat in a chair next to his wife's bed.
"Laura…" he whispered.
Laura, her face pale but wearing a soft smile, turned to him. She reached out, holding his hand gently, pressing his palm against her cheek as she closed her eyes for a moment.
When she opened her eyes again, her smile returned. "Where's Maylene? Is she asleep already?"
Maylon nodded slowly. "She's fine. She just got home, so she should be asleep by now."
