MARCO I woke up as the nurse came in quiet that morning, like she didn’t wanna wake the dead. She had a soft look on her face, not the usual kind you see on shift changes. She stood by the door for a second, then said, “Doctor’s signing the discharge. You’re going home today.” Sarah didn’t speak. She just gave a small nod, slow, like her neck hurt to move. Her hands were curled in the blanket, pale and still. I looked at her for a beat, then nodded back to the nurse. She gave a faint smile, the kind that tries to mean well, then left us alone again. I helped Sarah sit up. She winced, but didn’t complain. My arm was behind her back, firm but careful. She felt small, light—like the hospital bed had drained whatever weight she had left. “You okay?” I asked. She didn’t answer right away. Just sat there, breathing shallow. Then she nodded, not looking at me. I walked over to the sink and ran some water. Got her toothbrush ready. She moved slow, like each motion was a decision.
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