The clean, clinical surroundings were never going to be easy for her. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled Aurelie's nostrils as she made her way to Mara's room, her heart hammering in her throat.
The steady beep of a heart monitor was the first thing she registered upon entering... a sign that Mara's heart was still fighting to keep her going. She exhaled, relief flooding her as she took in the sight of her sister, still hooked up to machines but breathing on her own. The doctors were hopeful, yet fear still gripped Aurelie as she gazed at the pale figure lying in the hospital bed.
She sank into the chair beside Mara, reaching for her sister's hand. It was warm. Aurelie took comfort in that. Mara's body was fighting to heal itself.
"Hello, Mara," she whispered, her voice barely above the hum of medical equipment.
She began recounting everything she had been up to during fashion week, her words filling the silence in the room.
