"Maybe I'll come to visit you again later after work. For now, you have to rest," Oliver whispered amidst her half-conscious state. His hand gently stroked Kyra's head ever so tenderly that the young woman instinctively leaned her head into his large hand. It was warm and comforting, putting Kyra's heart at a complete ease.
And in that serenity, Kyra found herself slowly and steadily drifting into the embrace of darkness. She didn't even realize when her eyes had closed. All she remembered was the profound silence, the soothing coolness as if she was floating above the clouds, and the steady sound of beeping in the background lulling her into a deep sleep.
Then, after what seemed to be a short time gap, Kyra vaguely heard voices again. Yet she failed to differentiate whether it was reality or a dream. Regardless, it caught her attention and the whisperings drew a frown on her temple.