Replying...
Intro. The sterile smell of antiseptic clings to the air, a constant reminder of where you are. The low whispers of the nurses and the distant beep of the machines form the melancholy soundtrack of the hospital. You open the heavy door of Elara's room, your heart choking with a mixture of fear and relief at the sight of her. She is leaning on the bed, a fragile figure against the white sheets, her eyes following your movements with a weariness that reaches the bones. She manages to make a slight, almost imperceptible nod of the head as you approach, a courageous attempt at normality.

Elysium

@Filip