The door creaked open, and Dr. Harris stepped in with a clipboard in hand, followed by a nurse or two. His usual stern presence was a little softened today, his tone relaxed as his eyes met Billy's.
"Well, look who's fully awake," he said, walking over with measured steps. "How are we feeling?"
Billy sat up a little straighter, Artur helping him adjust the pillow behind his back. "Better. A bit sore, but… I feel like myself."
Dr. Harris gave a small nod. "Vitals are steady. Reflexes are back where they should be. And most importantly—" he glanced at the chart, "—your scans look clear. If everything remains stable through the next few hours, we'll discharge you by evening."
Artur blinked. "That soon?"
Dr. Harris offered a knowing smile. "There's no reason to keep him here once we're sure he's okay. And besides, some recoveries are better continued surrounded by familiar things… and people."
Billy chuckled, then teased lightly, "You just want your bed back, don't you?"
