The door closed gently behind Camila, leaving only the hum of machines, the faint patter of rain, and the hush between two hearts trying to find their rhythm again.
Billy stood in the center of the room, still damp, IV cord lightly tugging at his wrist. But his eyes — they were on Artur. Just Artur.
Artur stood by the wall now, hands in his pockets, gaze lowered. He looked like he was bracing himself, like he wasn't sure what to do now that the moment they'd both imagined was really happening.
Billy stepped closer.
Slow. Careful. Like the air between them might shatter.
"I missed you," he said, barely above a whisper.
Artur finally looked up, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. His voice came hoarse, uneven.
"You were asleep for days," he said. "I sat there every night wondering if I'd ever hear your voice again."
Billy smiled faintly, eyes wet. "I dreamed of you."
A pause.
Artur blinked, almost startled.
"You… remember something?"
