An hour has passed since the last round of checks. The rush of doctors has thinned into something quieter, more routine. Callum has always been liked, even here. Nurses lingered longer than necessary, voices softer, movements slower, like they were rooting for him without saying it out loud. Now only one remains, stationed near the monitors, her presence light, almost unnoticeable. Callum is propped up in bed, the colour in his face still faint but there. His breathing is his own again, uneven at times, but steady enough to feel real. Five days. The number still sits wrong, heavy in a way that hasn’t settled. Time moved without me. Things shifted while I was unconscious, decisions made, pieces placed, and I wasn’t there to control any of it. His fingers shift against the sheet as if he’s reminding himself he’s still here. His gaze drifts to me, then lower, taking in the matching hospital gowns. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly.“Do I even want to know why you’ve been admitted, C
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