After the door of the hospital wing clicked shut behind Naya and noah.
Naya took a deep breath of air and began pushing Noah's wheelchair toward his room.
The quiet hum of the wheels against the polished floor was the only sound for a while as they navigated the expansive corridors of the mansion.
After taking a few sharp corners and passing through the sunlit atrium, they finally arrived at Noah's bedroom.
Naya pushed him inside.
Naya let out a long, dramatic sigh and slumped down onto the edge of Noah's bed, her shoulders dropping as the tension of the last few days finally began to drain away.
After a moment of silence, she stood back up, smoothing out her clothes. She looked at Noah with a soft, helpful expression.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Naya said, gesturing toward the soft mattress.
"Do you want me to help you get onto the bed? You look like you could use a proper nap."
Noah's face immediately flared with a bright pink blush.
