The next morning, sunlight filtered through the blinds of Zinnia's hospital room, marking the start of a new day. Samuel arrived early, knocking softly before stepping inside. He found Zinnia already sitting up, her long hair framing her face as she gazed out the window.
"Good morning," Samuel greeted, his voice warm yet restrained.
Zinnia turned toward him and smiled, the morning light adding a soft glow to her tired face. "Good morning, Samuel," she replied. "You're here early."
"I couldn't leave you waiting," Samuel said, stepping closer to her bed. "How are you feeling?"
"A bit better," Zinnia replied with a slight nod, her voice still weak. "Just ready to leave, I guess."
