Haya reached Hospital in the evening with tea and snacks for both Fariya and Dayyan since she knew both must have skipped Lunch. She went inside the private room and found Fariya inside and Dayyan no where insight.
In the sterile, white-walled hospital room, time seemed to stretch and contract unpredictably. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors was a constant reminder of the fragility of life. Shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the somber dance of hope and despair in the hearts of those who visited. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and a lingering melancholy that clung to the curtains and sheets.
"Where is Dayyan?" She asked. Fariya shrugged. And pointed towards the door. Haya nodded her head and placed the food bag on the table.
She handed a plate full of snacks to
