The next morning, the sun peeked through the hospital window, casting a warm glow over Alex's sleeping form. I sat beside him, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, my heart still racing with worry. The events of the previous day played over and over in my mind, like a broken record, each time leaving me with more questions than answers. As the hour ticked by, Alex began to stir, his tiny hands balling into fists as he let out a soft whimper. I jumped up, relief washing over me, and rushed to call the doctor. The doctor, a kind-faced woman with a warm smile, arrived promptly, her eyes scanning Alex's chart before focusing on his bandaged head. "Ah, young man, you're looking a bit better today, aren't you?" she said, her voice gentle. She examined Alex, checking his vitals and redressing his wound with a practiced hand. "Everything looks good, Avery. He's going to be just fine. No stitches needed, but he'll need to take it easy for a few days." I let out a sigh of
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