Liam
When I left the intensive care unit, I went to see María. Her room is dark, so I try not to make any noise. She's asleep. It seems the sedatives are really working on her. I reviewed her file before entering the room. She might never walk again, and it's a shame. She's too young. As if sensing my presence, she begins to wake up. She sees me standing by the bed and her eyes widen in surprise.
“Li-Liam!” she says to me with a frightened voice. “What are you doing in the dark?” She struggles a bit to speak. It seems she's making an effort to talk.
“Hello. I came to see how you're doing. How do you feel?” I ask her, and she remains silent without answering. She blinks, trying to focus on me. Her eyes reflect confusion and fear. But a few minutes later, she regains her composure and beg
