"Come on, don't let him catch us like this. Otherwise, it'll be another problem convincing him that you're fine," Zamiel said gently, breaking the hug.
Carmela smiled faintly and wiped away her tears. She knew Zamiel meant well, but deep down, she also knew she didn't have much time left.
"Doctor Zamiel," a nurse called, walking into the room with a metal tray in hand. Zamiel gave her a quick nod, signaling her to proceed with whatever she had come for.
"I'll leave you to her," he said, turning back to Carmela. "Once she's done administering your medication, you can get discharged, okay?"
"Okay."
And just like that, he left the room, his footsteps fading into the hallway.
Carmela exhaled softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the locket that hung around her neck, the one Nix had given her. Her chest tightened, and she bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill again.
