Lian's eyelids fluttered, the bright, sterile light of the hospital room piercing through the fog of unconsciousness.
He blinked, disoriented, as the beeping of machines slowly came into focus.
The room was a blur of white and shadowed figures, but one stood out among the rest, a figure seated by his bedside.
Her tear-stained face caught his immediate attention. Lisa.
His voice, hoarse and weak, barely escaped his lips.
"Lisa…" he called out to her.
Lisa's head jerked up at the sound, her eyes widening in disbelief and joy.
She reached out, grasping his hand as if afraid he might disappear.
"Lian! You're awake!" Her voice trembled with a mix of relief and lingering fear. Tears flowed anew, but this time they were tears of happiness.
Lian raised his other hand, though it felt like it weighed a ton, and gently caressed her cheek.
"Don't worry," he whispered, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
