(Ayra's POV)
For a second, my brain froze.
Did I hear that right?
I didn't even wait for the nurse to finish her sentence and hurriedly walked past her to my Nana's bed.
And there she was.
Lying on the hospital bed, propped up slightly by a stack of pillows, was the woman who had raised me, loved me, protected me all my life.
Her skin was pale, and her frame looked so frail under the white sheets, but her eyes, those beautiful, wise eyes were open.
"Nana!" I cried, my voice breaking into a sob as I stumbled to her side.
Tears blurred my vision as I threw myself into her arms as gently as I could manage, afraid of hurting her.
She was so warm, so real. She lifted her shaky hand and patted my hair just the way she always did when I was little and scared after a nightmare.
The familiar motion broke something deep inside me, and I clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder.
