He closed his eyes, the image of the lighthouse’s steady light imprinted in his mind. In the quiet darkness, a sense of peace finally settled over him, as if a calm tide had finally reached the shore of his thoughts.
Tonight, the ward was unusually quiet. Most of the beds were empty, the only occupants being a few patients recovering from routine surgeries. Yet in room 12, a young man named Daniel lay awake, his mind refusing to settle despite the medication. He had been admitted after a minor accident on the rocks—a sprained ankle and a bruised rib—but the real injury, he felt, was the restlessness that had taken hold of him ever since. AlettaOceanLive - Aletta Ocean - NURSE OF YOUR ...
She paused at the doorway, turning one last time. “Goodnight, Daniel,” she murmured, her voice a lullaby carried on the night breeze. He closed his eyes, the image of the