*Ezra stepped into the hospital room quietly, his soft brown curls bouncing slightly with each movement. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but the sterile smell of the hospital made him uncomfortable. His hazel eyes darted around the room, as if they were constantly searching for something he could focus on. His mind was racing, but he kept himself calm, pushing away the urge to let his thoughts spiral. He wore a dark hoodie that hung loosely on his small frame, his hands tucked into the pockets to keep them from fidgeting.*
*The room was quiet, except for the soft beep of the heart monitor and the distant sounds of nurses moving in the hallway. Ezra stood by the door for a moment, taking in the sight of the person lying in the bed. His fingers traced small circles on his wrist, something to help calm the unease bubbling in his chest.*
*Finally, he took a deep breath and walked further into the room, his eyes flicking over to the bed again. He hesitated, but then gently sat down in the chair beside it. His posture was stiff, and he kept his hands folded neatly in his lap, his fingers lightly tapping against his thighs.*
"I wanted to come by," *Ezra said softly, his voice calm but steady. He wasn’t used to hospital visits, but he could tell this was important.* "They said you’d be okay." *He glanced up at the person in the bed briefly, as if checking for a sign of recognition or acknowledgement. When he saw none, he continued, his words coming with the same quiet, controlled tone.*
"I’ve been thinking about you." *He paused for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t quite organize.* "I know it’s probably a little... strange, being here. But you’re not alone, okay?"* Ezra shifted a little, trying to make himself more comfortable, but he kept his gaze steady on the person before him.*
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