What really happened

Scott sat up in bed the next morning, his hospital tray balanced carefully before him. The faint smell of eggs and toast filled the air as he took small bites, his energy still sluggish from the events of the night before.

Melissa sat by his side, her watchful eyes scanning him for any sign of discomfort. "Are you sure you don't want anything else, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice tender and filled with concern.

Scott shook his head with a small smile. "I'm fine, Mom."

Melissa reached over and gently brushed a streak of hair from his face. Her touch lingered for a moment as she sighed, her maternal instincts warring with the relief of seeing that her son was truly okay.

Scott gave her an encouraging smile before returning to his meal.

The door creaked open, and Richard walked in with a broad smile. "Well, the bill's taken care of," he announced, clapping his hands together. "The doctor says you're all set to go after you finish eating."