PART 13 – The Hospital Room Became Our Temporary Home, While the Life I Had Known Slowly Fell Apart

I woke up with my neck aching.

For a few seconds, I didn't remember where I was.

Then I saw the hospital bed.

Lily was sleeping beside her stuffed rabbit.

I had spent another night in the chair.

The blanket had slipped down toward her feet, so I carefully pulled it back up.

She stirred.

“Mommy?”

“I'm here, sweetheart.”

She closed her eyes again.

I looked toward the window.

Morning had arrived.

I had no idea what time Daniel had gone to bed the previous night.

I didn't know whether he had tried calling again.

And I no longer felt the same need to find out.

A nurse entered and greeted us.

She checked Lily's condition and explained that the medical team was continuing to coordinate the next steps.

I asked whether the specialized evaluation had been arranged.

She confirmed that the team was working on it.

I nodded.

I wanted everything to move faster.

But I also understood that Lily deserved careful attention.

I wasn't going to rush something so important simply because I was frightened.

When the nurse left, Lily asked for her rabbit.

I placed it beside her.

She looked at its floppy ears.

“Can we take him home?”

“Of course.”

She smiled slightly.

I looked away for a moment.

I didn't want her to see me crying.

A little later, Dr. Lawson came to speak with me.

She asked how we had managed through the night.

I told her Lily had slept for a while.

Then I asked whether I needed to prepare anything.

She explained that the team would continue guiding us through the evaluation and the hospital's safeguarding process.

I listened carefully.

I wanted to do everything correctly.

I also wanted to know whether Daniel had any right to come into the room.

Dr. Lawson explained that the hospital would follow its safety procedures and coordinate with the appropriate professionals.

That answer reassured me.

I wasn't going to make arrangements based on assumptions.

I needed guidance.

I needed facts.

And Lily needed protection.

I looked at the small hospital table.

Her drawing was still there.

The blue house.

The oversized door.

I folded the paper carefully and placed it beside her rabbit.

I didn't know why I wanted to keep it.

Maybe because it was something ordinary that belonged to her.

Something that had existed before that terrible evening.

I wanted her to have ordinary things again.

I just didn't know how long that would take.

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