The morning breeze of the new day brought with it some healing balm that freed up Valentina's airways.
When she opened her eyes, and sat up, she realized it wasn't some ominous belief that made her better.
It was the tireless work of the doctors all through the night.
She remembered in bits and pieces everything that happened, as she rested her back on the pillow and waited for nothing in particular.
The door opened, and she expected the doctors to come in again in their numbers, but only one doctor came in.
"Hello Valentina?"
She gasped, her eyes snapping in recognition.
"Doctor Maxwell?"
He chuckled heartily. "You're definitely better this morning. You even recognise me," he said, standing at the foot of the bed and staring down at her.
"Oh my God! What are you doing here?"
"Doctor Hernandez called me over to help Valeria oversee the hospital until she had gotten the hang of it. He's an old friend. I had to come help him."
"But he's much older than you."
