Don Ralph sat in his usual spot, a black leather chair placed opposite Elle's bed. His black shirt and trousers made him look like part of the furniture. Over the past few days, he had made it a habit to keep a watchful eye on her, finding solace in being close to her even as she slowly regained her strength. The morning sun cast a warm glow upon the scene, illuminating the tranquil surroundings, The room was filled with a soft, comforting ambiance, and the sunlight filtering through the curtains lent a gentle glow to the scene.