The morning sunlight streamed through the hospital room windows, lighting up the plain white walls with a soft glow.
Liam leaned against the door, arms crossed, as Dr. Morrison took one last look at Ayla's chart.
Ayla was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, wearing the comfy leggings and oversized sweater Liam had brought her earlier.
Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and while she looked better than she did two days ago, there was still a certain fragility to her that made Liam want to protect her.
"Mr. Ashford," Dr. Morrison said, glancing up from the chart with a concerned but professional expression. "I need to check on Ms. Monroe one more time before we go over her discharge."
Liam nodded and stepped aside to give the doctor space.
Dr. Morrison moved toward Ayla with practiced efficiency, pulling out his stethoscope. "Take a deep breath for me, Ayla."
