The next morning, Elena lay in bed, bored and restless, staring at the ceiling as the hospital lights flickered gently above her.
Her doctor walked in with a friendly smile, holding a tablet in one hand and her usual calm energy in the other.
"I'm not enjoying your ward anymore," Elena said with a playful frown, folding her arms dramatically. "I feel like a prisoner with Wi-Fi."
The doctor chuckled, pulling a stool beside the bed. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Sandra," she said in a teasing tone, her smile calm and warm. "But you'll have to stay just one more day—for the baby's sake. So please, bear with us a little longer."
Elena sighed and gave a small shrug. "Alright, fine. But your food service better come with dessert today."
With another chuckle and a quick check on the screen beside the bed, the doctor gave her a gentle nod and walked out, leaving the room quiet again.
Elena turned to Stella, who had been lounging near the window, pretending to scroll through her phone.
