It wasn't until the afternoon that the doctor came in for a check-up, confirming Kirsten was recovering perfectly and could be discharged tomorrow.
Hearing the news, Gian's smile deepened.
He immediately stood up and began packing up the room with efficient speed.
Leaning against the pillows, Kirsten watched his busy frame, a soft smile automatically touching her lips.
A corner of her heart melted, and the idea of 'not getting a divorce' quietly began to take root.
The next morning.
Just as she finished washing up, the door swung open. Danielle Crawford walked in briskly, holding a thermal container. "Kirsten, I heard you were going home today, so I made you some homemade chicken noodle soup to build your strength."
"Danielle," Kirsten greeted her warmly.
Danielle set the thermos on the table and popped the lid, filling the room with the rich, savory aroma of the soup.
She ladled out a bowl and handed it over. "Try it. I was up all morning making it. I added extra veggies and spices, just the way you like it. It'll get your energy up."
Kirsten took the bowl and had a spoonful.
She looked at Danielle, her heart full of gratitude. "Thank you. You always take such good care of me."
"Don't mention it."
Danielle smiled, sitting beside her and watching her finish the soup before asking, "How are you feeling? Did Gian stay with you this whole time?"
At the mention of Gian, a faint flush crept onto Kirsten's cheeks.
She nodded, her voice soft. "Yeah. He stood outside my door all night, and he's been by my side ever since."

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