Three days later, Walter opened his eyes to soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. The world was warm again. His throat felt dry, but his heart beat steady. When he turned his head, he froze. There, sitting on the blanket by his arm, was the same little orange cat—tail wrapped neatly around its paws, eyes calm and watchful. When it saw him move, it let out a soft, almost relieved, meow.
A nurse stepped in, smiling. “She hasn’t left your side once,” she said gently. “Every time we try to move her, she scratches the door until we let her back in.” Walter blinked, his eyes wet. “You mean… she stayed the whole time?” The nurse nodded. “I think she knows what she did.”
From that day on, the two were inseparable. Walter named her Angel. When he sat up, she curled into his lap. When he slept, she nestled by his heart. The hospital staff began calling them the miracle pair. And when Walter was finally strong enough to go home, Angel trotted proudly beside his wheelchair, tail high, as if she’d been waiting for that moment all along.
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