The sterile white of the hospital room was beginning to blur at the edges. The rhythmic beep of the machines had become a monotonous lullaby, a constant companion in the long, drawn-out days of recovery.
David felt a strange mixture of relief and apprehension as the day of his discharge approached. He was eager to leave the confines of the hospital, to breathe fresh air and feel the warmth of the sun on his skin.
But alongside his eagerness to leave, a nagging fear lurked, a deep-seated unease that clawed at his mind. The memory of the attack still lingered, casting a dark shadow over him, its presence as vivid as the scars on his body.
The thought of venturing out into the unknown, of facing the world again, filled him with a sense of trepidation, as if he was stepping into the crosshairs of an unseen threat.
