His name was Alex, he confided, but beyond that, he remained guarded about his past. The hospital staff respected his silence, understanding that trust would take time to build. With each passing day, Alex grew stronger, not only physically but emotionally too.

Curiosity about Alex’s story spread throughout the hospital. Volunteers came to visit, hoping to bring some joy to his days. Some brought books, others art supplies, allowing him to express himself through creative means.