LOGOUT? 1.1

Adya sits across from the doctor, her fingers clenched tightly in her lap, betraying her calm exterior. Her eyes, swollen from crying, stare at the doctor with a desperation she can't mask. The doctor's solemn and weathered face shuffles through a stack of medical reports, his silence adding weight to the already tense air.

The silence stretches, each second ticking audibly in Adya's mind as she glances back at the clock, its digits glaring back at her. Her thoughts race with a thousand questions, her heart pounding against her chest as if it were running out of time.

Adya sat across from the doctor, her hands clutching the edge of the cold metal table. The clock on the wall showed "1/09/2100" in bold, unforgiving digits, reminding her how many years had passed. Her gaze shifted to the doctor, eyes brimming with hope and fear.

The doctor took a deep breath, measuring his words. "After fifteen years, Adya, we finally have a glimmer of hope."