The private ward room was a haven of calm, the only sounds the soft murmur of Kian's voice and Yohan's muffled sobs. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A simple arrangement of peach and plum blossoms sat in a wicker basket on the bedside table, their sweet fragrance mingling with the scent of antiseptic.
On that bed, two figures were locked in an embrace that spoke volumes about their unspoken anxieties. Kian sat propped against pillows, his broad frame enveloping Yohan who clung to him like a lifeline. The silver strands peeking from beneath Yohan's hair glistened faintly in the sunlight as he buried his face deeper into Kian's chest, seeking solace amidst sobs that racked his slender frame.
