The sun filtered timidly through the hospital windows when Dr. Vitor entered the room, smiling with that calm, steady demeanor that, little by little, I had learned to admire. Miguel was sitting in the armchair next to the bed, with Giulia lying in his lap, her eyes attentive to the story he was whispering. I was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and heart anxious, trying to appear calm.
Dr. Vitor stopped at the foot of the bed, picked up his clipboard, and looked at us with a lighter expression than usual.
"I have good news," he began, and I immediately felt Miguel sit up a little straighter. "Giulia's response to the first session was positive. She has remained stable, with no major complications, and today's tests show that her body is responding well."
"That's… that's good, isn
