Ella

I wake up in my bed, my eyelids still heavy with the last remnants of sleep. The events of last night feel distant, almost like a dream. I blink, trying to clear the fog from my mind as the sunlight slips through the curtains, casting a golden hue across my room.

Everything seems so normal in the soft morning light. I sigh and rub the sleep from my eyes. There's so much I need to focus on—keeping the hospital afloat, managing the staff, and, of course, working on my ...