Sebastian's POV
A suffocating pattern consumed my days following the crash. My existence fractured into three painful segments: the hours spent beside Leon in the neonatal intensive care unit, the agonizing brief visits to Maya's room where she remained trapped in unconsciousness, and the relentless work I threw myself into during every other moment to prevent my complete mental collapse when sleep became impossible.
Six in the morning found me at the hospital doors without fail. Leon always came first. His tiny body was responding beautifully to treatment, adding precious grams to his weight with each passing day.
After nearly a week, the medical team expressed genuine optimism about his recovery. Dr. Howell granted me extended time with him - two hours each morning and another two in the afternoon. During these visits, I spoke to my son in low tones, read children's stories aloud, or simply observed the steady rhythm of his breathing.
