Fiona’s POV

The hospital room became the quietest place I had ever known, not because it was extra silent, but because my parents never left.

My mum sat beside me every day, adjusting my blanket, brushing my hair back gently whenever it fell into my face. My dad stayed near the window most of the time, pretending to be busy on his phone, but I could feel his eyes drifting back to me every few seconds like he was afraid something might happen to me again.

Their words were now more soft and ...