My Stars Say Your Name | WOOSAN

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A month had passed since Wooyoung awoke from his coma, and his journey of recovery was well underway. The hospital room, once filled with the soft beeping of machines and the constant presence of medical staff, now echoed with a sense of progress and hope.

Wooyoung, supported by a sturdy walker, took slow, careful steps around his room. His movements were deliberate, each step a testament to the hard work and dedication he had put into his rehabilitation. The physical therapist, Mrs. Lee, stood beside him, her encouragement steady as she guided him through the exercises.

“You’re doing wonderfully, Wooyoung,” Mrs. Lee said with a warm smile. “Your strength and perseverance are really paying off. Keep up the good work.”

Wooyoung nodded, his face reflecting both concentration and a glimmer of pride. “Thank you. It feels good to move, even if it’s with a bit of support.”

In addition to his physical progress, Wooyoung was now on a soft diet, which was a significant shift from the intravenous drip that had sustained him for so long. His meals were prepared with care, designed to help him regain his strength and nourish his body. A tray of soft, nutritious food sat on the small table beside his bed, and each bite was a reminder of how far he had come.

His mother’s favorite soup was a comfort, and he found solace in the familiar flavors. As he ate, he reflected on the journey that had brought him to this point—a journey filled with pain and healing, but also with moments of unexpected beauty and hope.

The hospital room had become a place of transition, not just from illness to health, but from despair to a renewed sense of purpose. The walls, once stark and cold, now seemed to hold the promise of new beginnings. Friends and family visited often, their support a crucial part of his recovery. Their presence, coupled with the care of his medical team, provided him with the strength to face each day.

Wooyoung’s path to recovery was still long, but each day marked a step forward. His spirit, once burdened by grief and uncertainty, was gradually being lifted by the small victories and the support that surrounded him. As he looked out the window, the world outside seemed brighter and full of possibilities.

With each tentative step and each spoonful of food, Wooyoung embraced the journey of rediscovering life. Though the road ahead was still challenging, he faced it with a renewed sense of determination, ready to embrace the future with hope and resilience.

The door to Wooyoung's hospital room opened quietly, and a young woman stepped in. Her presence was like a breath of fresh air, carrying an aura of warmth and gentle confidence. She was in her early twenties, with a graceful demeanor and an empathetic gaze that immediately put Wooyoung at ease.

“Hi, Wooyoung,” she greeted softly, her smile a comforting sight. “I’m Mia. I’m here to support you during your recovery and help you find a bit of joy as you heal.”

Wooyoung looked up from his meal, surprised by her arrival. “Hello, Mia. It’s nice to meet you. What will you be helping me with?”

Mia took a seat by his bedside, her eyes reflecting genuine concern and kindness. “I’m here to help you stay motivated and positive throughout your recovery. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed or discouraged, but I’ll be here to lend an ear, offer encouragement, and do what I can to make this journey a bit easier for you.”

Wooyoung’s expression softened, and he nodded appreciatively. “Thank you. It’s been a tough road, and having someone to talk to would really help.”

Mia’s smile widened, and she gently took Wooyoung’s hand. “I’m glad you think so. Sometimes, a bit of companionship and support can make a world of difference. We’ll work together to find activities and conversations that lift your spirits. Whether it’s talking about your interests, sharing stories, or just being present, I’m here to support you.”