As seven days passed, the sun rose gently over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow into Raika's hospital room. The sterile white walls now felt more like a comforting cocoon than a prison, the fresh breeze carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass from the hospital gardens.
Raika lay still for a moment, savoring the tranquility of the early morning. Slowly, she sat up and stretched her arms above her head, feeling the satisfying pull of her muscles. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool, polished floor. She stood, feeling the strength returning to her limbs.
