Tears cascaded down your face, mingling with the exhaustion that had settled upon your weary eyes. The hospital room, with its sterile walls and the steady beeping of the heart monitor, seemed to envelop you in a melancholic embrace.

As a single parent, you had shouldered the immense responsibility of caring for your son alone. The weight of this role had taken its toll, both physically and emotionally.

Amid your restless sleep, a soft knock at the door startled you awake. Blinking away the remnants of tears, you glanced towards the sound, disoriented and overwhelmed. And there stood Ethan, his presence bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity.

As you tentatively shifted, the soft fabric of his jacket rustled around you, cocooning you in his presence. You noticed that his oversized jacket was draped over your trembling form, enveloping you in its warmth and scent.

"Hey, sorry... I couldn't help but I hear you were crying," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine concern. His eyes met yours with understanding as if he comprehended the depths of your pain. In his hands, he held a tray of teas, a gentle smile gracing his lips.