The moonlight was Bianca's only companion as she lay in the stillness of her hospital room. The sterile environment seemed to mock her, amplifying the erratic rhythm of her thoughts. She stared at the ceiling, her heart heavy with unspoken feelings she couldn't quite understand. Sleep was elusive, no matter how many times she closed her eyes.
The quiet creak of the door startled her, and her gaze darted toward the entrance. Adrian stepped in, his presence both a surprise and a relief. He looked tired, his shirt slightly wrinkled and his hair tousled as though he'd been running his hands through it.
"You're still awake?" he asked softly, approaching her bed.
She hesitated, unsure whether to admit it. "I couldn't sleep."
His lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes betrayed a hint of concern. "That's not ideal for recovery."
Bianca shrugged. "I guess my mind has other plans."
