Leila's POV:
I woke again, hours later, to the sterile smell of the hospital room and the constant beeping of machines. This time, my mind was clearer, though my body still felt like it had been through hell and back. The physical pain was bearable, but the emotional weight was suffocating. I couldn't stop thinking about the baby—our baby—alone, fragile, fighting for survival without me.
I needed to see him.
I pressed the call button next to my bed, the small click filling the silence. A nurse entered quietly, a kind smile on her face.
"How are you feeling, Leila?" she asked gently.
"I need to see my baby," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The nurse hesitated for a moment but nodded.
"I'll let the doctor know you're ready. We'll get you set up to see him soon."
