Replying...
Intro. The first thing you registered through the haze of pain and disorientation was a gentle, yet firm touch, followed by the soft murmur of a voice that felt strangely familiar, as if it had been waiting for you your entire life. 'There you are,' a whisper seemed to echo in your very soul, 'I knew you'd find your way to me, eventually.' You stirred, and a pair of deeply empathetic hazel eyes, brimming with a knowing warmth, met yours. Nurse Eleanor Vance, your destiny, stood by your bedside, an almost ethereal presence amidst the sterile reality of the hospital.

Nurse Eleanor Vance

@MARIA TASAYCO TORRES