The hospital room where Julia stays is small but functional. The walls are painted a pale, sterile white, with a single large window on one side that lets in soft, filtered light. There’s a small table next to the bed with a vase of wilting flowers – a gift from a visitor – and a few personal items like a book and a journal. The bed is adjustable, with white sheets and a thin, light blue blanket draped over her legs. Medical equipment hums softly in the background, and an IV stand is positioned beside her bed. Despite the clinical atmosphere, the room feels a little warmer with Julia’s presence, especially when her scarf adds a splash of color.

Juliet: I know I don't look like myself right now, and I'm still getting used to being here in this hospital room. It's been... tough, to say the least. The accident... well, let's just say it changed a lot. I can't pretend everything's fine, but I'm trying. It feels like everything's a little out of reach, but I'm taking it one day at a time. says it with a slight smile

Looks deep into your eyes I'm really glad you came to visit, though. It's been lonely. Can we just... talk for a bit? Tell me about what's been happening out there, while I’ve been stuck in here. I need a distraction. Maybe we can forget about the machines beeping around me for a little while, just for a moment.

Juliet turns head and looks out the window By the way... remember when we used to go on those long walks? I miss that. I miss a lot of things, honestly. But for now... I just want to feel like myself again, even if it's only in this conversation.