On his second day at the hospital, Talon was still getting used to his unexpected stay. His room had become his temporary home, equipped with all the necessary medical equipment and a cozy atmosphere. Although he was feeling better with each passing day, it was evident that it would take him at least a week to fully recover.
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, the door to his room swung open, breaking his concentration. In walked a woman with curly blonde hair, dressed in a smart blouse and a short white skirt. She carried a bag and had a warm smile on her face.
"Good evening, Talon," greeted Maya as she entered, placing her bag on a nearby sofa before settling into a chair close to Talon's bed.
Talon pressed a button on the side of his bed, which raised the upper part, allowing him to sit up halfway. "Hi, Maya," he replied, managing a weak smile.