The wind outside the hospital howled, casting eerie shadows on the walls. But within, a miracle unfolded, quietly, without fanfare.
Jack's eyelids fluttered, his chest rising with a deep breath. Memories burst forth, images of Aria he remembered: Aria's radiant smile, their laughter, the fateful accident.
His eyes snapped open, and he jolted upright, or tried to. A searing pain shot through his leg, immobilizing him.
"Aria!" Jack's voice ripped through the silence, hoarse and desperate.
Mrs. Hilda, entering with his food, froze. The tray slipped from her fingers, crashing to the floor. She stared, tears welling.
"Jack...you're awake!"
She spun around, rushing to the intercom. "Doctor Thompson, please come quickly!"
Dr. Thompson burst in, his team trailing behind. "Welcome back, Jack!"
Jack's gaze locked onto the doctor, pleading. "Aria...is she...?"
His voice cracked, the words trembling.
Mrs. Hilda's face crumpled, her eyes overflowing. She couldn't speak.
The nurse swiftly moved to Jack's side, an injection at the ready. "This will help with the pain, Jack."
The needle slid into his arm, and Jack's eyelids began to droop.
Dr. Thompson's voice remained calm, soothing. "Your wife is stable, Jack. But...there are complications."
Jack's eyes widened, panic setting in. His mind reeled, questions swirling.
The injection took hold, Jack's body relaxing.
Dr. Thompson smiled, "this is wonderful, Jack is fine, and he's finally awake. We'll access his condition tomorrow."
Mrs. Hilda wiped away tears, a fragile smile on her lips.
She turned to leave, but paused, her gaze returning to Jack. His chest rose and fell, steady.
A sense of hope, fragile as a butterfly, settled within her.
She rushed out, eager to share the news.
"Jack's awake!" she exclaimed, embracing Daniel and Leo.
Tears of joy mingled with sorrow, the two emotions entwining like the threads of a tapestry.
In Aria's room, Mrs. Hilda took her daughter-in-law's hand, whispering, "Jack's awake."
The machines surrounding Aria beeped steadily.
Leah's face lit up as Leo walked through the door. She sprinted toward him, flinging her arms around his waist.
"Thank God you're back!" Leah exclaimed.
Ivy approached Daniel, concern etched on her face. "How are Jack and Aria?"
Leo's smile spread, easing the tension. "Jack woke up. He's doing fine."
Ivy's eyes widened, relief washing over her.
Daniel's stomach growled, reminding him of more mundane needs. "Hey, Ivy, what's for dinner?"
Ivy's face softened. "It's ready. Come, let's eat."
Leah pulled back from Leo, her gaze searching. "Where's Mom?"
Daniel's expression turned somber. "Mrs Hilda wants to stay at the hospital for a while."
Leah's face fell, understanding clouding her features.
Leo's arm wrapped around Leah's shoulders. "She wants to be close to Jack and Aria."
The group moved toward the dining room, the aroma of dinner filling the air.
Ivy's voice broke the silence. "Let's sit down. We can talk more about Jack and Aria."
The dinner table, once filled with laughter and conversation, now held a mix of emotions.
Gratitude for Jack's awakening.
Concern for Aria's uncertain fate.
Appreciation for the small joys, like a home-cooked meal.
As they sat down, hands intertwined, a sense of unity and hope filled the space.
In this moment, they found solace in each other.
And the knowledge that, no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together.
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Leah's gaze swept the room, her brow furrowed. "Where's Sara?"
Sara emerged from the kitchen, her hands dripping water.
"I was Washing the dishes," she said, avoiding eye contact.
Leo nodded. "Okay, thanks, Sara. Go back to what you were doing."
Leah's voice dropped to a whisper. "Isn't it weird? That truck was following our car...It's like someone wanted to kill us."
Ivy's eyes widened.
"It means someone's behind Jack and Aria's condition," Leah pressed on.
Sara, now hidden from view, listened intently.
Daniel's expression turned stern. "Leah, don't speak carelessly. Eat quietly."
Leah's lips pursed, but she said no more.
The dinner table fell silent, tension simmering beneath the surface.
Sara's hands trembled as she continued washing dishes, her mind racing.
Leo's words echoed in her mind: "Someone's behind Jack and Aria's condition."
Was she being suspected?
The water faucet seemed louder, her heart pounding in her chest.
She couldn't let them discover her secret.
Not now.
The dinner table's silence seemed oppressive.
A thousand unspoken questions hung in the air.
And Sara, hidden in the kitchen.
Was hiding more than just dishes.