As they continued their slow walk through the hospital garden, Rafael's questions lingered in the air, a reflection of his lingering uncertainty.

“When am I gonna discharge?” Rafael asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

“Soon,” Peter reassured him, offering a comforting squeeze on his shoulder.

“Just need to work hard."

"You're still weak.”

Rafael sighed, a sense of frustration evident in his voice.

“Sometimes I feel like I'm missing ...