Chapter 108: Reflections of Change

The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains of Hazel's recovery room, casting a gentle glow on the sterile environment. The air was calm, punctuated only by the quiet hum of medical equipment and the occasional soft murmur of the nursing staff as they moved about their duties. Hazel had spent the night drifting in and out of sleep, her body beginning the slow process of healing. Dr. Lucian Baird entered the room with a purposeful stride, his demeanor calm and professional. He carried a large, covered mirror—an object of great significance that he had promised Hazel earlier. The anticipation in the room was palpable as he approached her bedside. "Good morning, Hazel," Dr. Baird said, his voice steady and reassuring. "I trust you had a restful night." Hazel nodded slowly, her eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the room. "Good morning, Doctor. How am I doing?" "You're doing quite well," he replied. "Your vitals are stable, and there have been no complications. I believ