Albert
I settled into a chair beside Mia, the soft hum of hospital equipment providing a muted backdrop to our conversation. My gaze lingered on Mia, her face a mask of quiet determination. The surgery loomed large, a looming shadow casting its darkness over the room.
Slowly, Diane started to wake up again.
"Albert you're here?"
"I am, at least for now. How are you feeling, Mrs. Jones?" I asked, my voice gentle.
She offered a weak smile. "Nervous, but I'm trying to stay positive." Her voice was barely a whisper.
"It's natural to feel that way," I reassured her. "But remember, you're in good hands. The doctors are the best in the business I've been told, short of the director, that is."
Mia squeezed her mother's hand, offering silent support. I couldn't help but admire their bond, th
