The cool afternoon air brushed against my skin as I walked beside Nora, her small hand loosely holding onto my sleeve as we made our way through the hospital's garden.
The place was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of birds hidden in the hedges.
A few other patients were scattered about, some in wheelchairs, others sitting on benches with their families, wrapped in blankets despite the mild weather.
Nora took a deep breath, stretching her arms above her head. "Ahh, fresh air. I was starting to think I'd never breathe anything but antiseptic again."
I smirked. "You've only been here a few days, drama queen."
"Yeah, well, a few days is long enough. Hospital air is so... stale."
I hummed in agreement. I never liked hospitals either. The smell, the eerie silence, the way everyone spoke in hushed voices like any loud noise might break something fragile.
