The afternoon sun streamed through Nina's hospital room windows, casting warm rectangles across the polished floor.
Nina slept peacefully, her breathing steady and strong... a stark contrast to the labored gasps of just days before.
The monitors hummed softly, their gentle beeping a reassuring rhythm that filled the quiet space.
Sarah sat in the chair closest to Nina's bed, her textbook open but forgotten in her lap.
Her eyes kept drifting to Linda, who stood by the window, phone pressed to her ear for the third time in twenty minutes.
"Still no answer," Linda murmured, lowering the phone with a frustrated sigh. Her fingers trembled slightly as she stared at the dark screen.
"Aunty, they'll be fine," Sarah offered gently, closing her book. "Their trial is probably still going on. That's why their phones are off."
Linda turned from the window, worry etched deep in her features.
But it wasn't just worry... there was something else there, a restless energy she couldn't name.
