His Walls

Naomi gulped down the water, desperate to soothe her parched, aching throat. The warm liquid brought a momentary relief to her body, which had been weak from the aftereffects of whatever had transpired. The doctor's calm, measured voice broke through her haze of exhaustion, drawing her attention.

"Your husband will be here in a few minutes," she said softly, her words lingering in the air with a weight Naomi couldn't quite place. Her tone hinted at something—perhaps a reason behind Zylan's delayed arrival, though she couldn't be sure. It didn't matter. She wasn't ready to face him, not yet. She needed time, space to compose herself.