Chapter 14

The hospital room was bathed in the faint light of the evening sun that seeps through the blinds of the large window, casting long, slanted shadows across the walls. The hum of machines fills the air, and the occasional beep of monitors breaks the silence.

In the center of the room lies a hospital bed, and in it rests Adrianne, connected to an IV drip. Her face is peaceful, the soft rise and fall of her chest indicating that she is still asleep. Her chestnut hair spills across the pillow in a tangled mass, and her slender fingers clutch the edges of the blanket.

Her breathing is slow and measured, like the gentle waves of the ocean lapping against the shore. The steady rhythm of the machines is almost soothing, like a lullaby that sings her deeper into sleep. The only other sound in the room is the quiet murmur of the nurses as they move about, checking her vitals and adjusting the machines.

The room is sparsely decorated, with only a small bedside table and a chair tucked in the corn