"Sabrina, you're awake!"

Tyrone came to sit by her bedside, his eyes brimming with concern. "How are you feeling?”

A buzzing sound filled Sabrina's ears, muffling Tyrone's words. His lips moved, but she couldn't make out his words. Puzzled, she asked, “What did you say?"

The moment she tried to speak, a sharp pain tore through her throat, turning her words into a hoarse whisper.

Immediately, Tyrone fetched a glass of water. He cradled her head, assisting her in taking small, careful sips.

“Are you feeling better now? Anything bothering you?" Tyrone asked, setting the glass down on the bedside table and leaning in close.

Confused, Sabrina turned to face him. "I'm okay. Why are you so close?"

Tyrone explained gently, "Your hearing's been affected. The doctors say it'll improve gradually."

"My dad's ashes..." Sabrina said, her voice strained.

"Don't worry. I've arranged for his ashes to be transferred to a new urn. He's at peace."

"I want to visit him as soon as I'm out of here." Relieved, Sabrina let out a sigh.

“I'LL accompany you."

“Fine. Do you have a mirror?"

Tyrone got what she meant. He softly brushed her cheek and fixed her hair at the temple. "Don't worry! The doctor said no scar will be left behind in the future."

"“T want to see for myself..."

“There's no mirror here, but my phone will do."

"Okay."

Tyrone reached for his phone and positioned it in front of Sabrina, capturing her reflection on the dark screen.

Her hair was tangled, her eyes puffy, and her face reddened and swollen. Gauze patches hid her wounds, doing nothing to enhance her appearance.

“Put it away.”