Chapter 1-3
: Hospital – Pediatric ward :
Ada, wrapped in a child-sized hospital gown with her arms still bandaged, sits up in bed. Her face is pale but alert. Uncle Tim sits beside her, holding a small cup of warm juice. A nurse enters.
Nurse
*smiling gently*
Hi sweetheart. You’re doing so well today. How would you feel about visiting your papa?
Adaline
*eyes lighting up, voice hoarse*
Can I? Really?
Timothy
*softly, helping her sit up*
Only for a little while. He’s still resting, okay? But he’ll be so happy to hear your voice.
The halls are quiet, sterile. Machines hum behind the doors. Tim walks slowly, guiding Ada by the hand. They stop in front of a large glass window. Inside, Marcus lies motionless—tubes attached, oxygen mask on, burns bandaged along his arms and side. His chest rises and falls steadily.
Adaline
*whispers*
Is he sleeping?
Timothy
*kneeling beside her*
Yes, darling. The doctors are helping him get better. But he can hear you, okay? Just talk to him.
They step in. The room smells faintly of antiseptic. Ada hesitates, then slowly walks to the side of the bed. Her small, bandaged hand reaches out and touches his fingers.
Adaline
*softly, tearful*
Papa… I’m here. I’m okay now. Uncle's with me… and Auntie Leah too.
Marcus doesn't move, but the monitor blips steadily. Tim watches silently, holding back tears.
Adaline
I miss Mummy… and Ava. But I know you tried. I saw you… when you picked me up… even when the fire was all around.
A slight twitch in Marcus’s hand. Ada gasps softly.
Adaline
*excited*
Uncle! He moved! He really heard me!
The monitor’s rhythm speeds slightly. A nurse enters, surprised.
Nurse
That’s good. That’s very good. His vitals just responded. Keep talking to him, sweetie.
Ada sits on a nearby chair, eyes locked on her father, hope rising in her chest.
Adaline
*softly*
I love you, Papa. Please come back soon. I’m being brave—just like you always tell me.
Tim places a hand on her shoulder, holding her close.
Timothy
*to Marcus*
She’s here, brother. Your little warrior is right here. And so am I. We’re not going anywhere.
They leave the quiet room filled with warmth, grief and fragile hope.
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