Elena's Syndrome

Scarlett's voice, soft and enchanting, reached Elena's ears like a soothing melody. "How do you feel, dear?" she inquired, concern etched on her face.

Elena's gaze fixated on Scarlett, her brows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and puzzlement. She could feel the dryness in her throat, prompting her to swallow several times before she mustered a response. "I... I think I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice hoarse and weak. "But I could really use a glass of water."

Without hesitation, Scarlett rose from her seat, a sense of urgency in her movements. She swiftly crossed the room to the other side of Elena's bed, her steps almost a dance. Retrieving a bottle of water, she returned to Elena's side, her nurturing instincts taking over.

"Here you go," Scarlett said, her voice brimming with reassurance. With gentle hands, she helped Elena adjust her bed to a more upright position, providing comfort and support. The cool bottle of water was then placed in Elena's trembling hands, offeri