(Ayra's POV)
I sat by Nana's bedside, gently wiping her forehead with a soft cloth.
Her skin felt so cold, so fragile beneath my touch.
I kept praying and hoping that she would open her eyes.
Even the slightest flutter would be enough, a sign that she was still fighting to stay with me.
The machines beside her beeped steadily, but that comfort was starting to feel thin.
I leaned closer and whispered softly, "Please, Nana… please wake up. I need you. I'm so lost without you."
I pressed the back of her hand against my cheek, squeezing my eyes shut to hold back the tears.
I didn't want to cry anymore. I had to be strong for her. I had to believe she'd come back to me.
A soft knock sounded at the door, and Steven came in.
He gave me a warm smile as he sat beside me.
"I know how much she loves you, that is how I know she'll recover, she'll fight this and come back to us."
I nodded weakly. "Thank you Steven. You being here means a lot to me."
