Excitement and nervousness swirled inside him as he gently pushed the door open. The room was quiet, the air filled with the soft beeping of the heart monitor.
And there she was.
Elena lay peacefully on the hospital bed, her breathing slow and steady. Her long hair, usually tied up in a neat ponytail, was now loose, cascading over the pillow in soft waves. The white hospital gown she wore only intensified her beauty, making her look almost angelic.
Ford felt his heart tighten at the sight of her. Hours of waiting, of fear and uncertainty, had built up in his chest, and now that he was finally here with her, the emotions threatened to overwhelm him.
Slowly, he walked toward her bed, his footsteps light as if afraid to wake her. His joy at seeing her again after hours of agony knew no bounds. Tears welled up in his eyes, but for the first time that night, they weren't from fear—they were from relief.
