His sleep became deeper. The restless nights eased.
His breathing, once tight and shallow, felt… lighter.
He didn’t say anything.
Neither did she.
But she kept bringing him tea. Adjusting ingredients. Watching him closely, like she was learning his body the way she learned her plants.
One evening, as the sun dipped low, Theo realized something strange.
He had walked across the room without reaching for his cane.
He froze.
Then laughed softly, almost in disbelief.
“Maya,” he called.
She appeared at the doorway.
“Yes?”
“I think… something’s changing.”
She nodded, unsurprised.
“I told you. Things get better when someone really takes care of them.”
Months passed.
Doctors were confused.
Test results improved in ways they couldn’t explain.
“It doesn’t make sense,” one specialist admitted. “Your condition… it shouldn’t reverse.”
Theo just smiled faintly.
“It didn’t,” he said. “It was never treated the right way.”
One night, sitting beside Maya in the garden, he asked quietly,
“Why me?”
She looked at him.
“Because you were already starting to change before I got here.”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t a good man.”
“You weren’t a bad one either,” she replied. “Just… empty.”
He swallowed.
“And now?”
She smiled slightly.