Elias felt the weight of the glass bird in his pocket. He didn’t reach for a flashlight first; he reached for the ornament. As he pulled it out, a stray beam of emergency light hit the glass, fracturing into a hundred tiny rainbows across the darkened hallway.
The Christmas Cure wasn't about fixing the body; it was about waking the soul. If you’d like to adapt this further, let me know: Should it be ? The Christmas Cure
“I am home,” Elias replied, checking her vitals. “The hospital is where I belong.” Elias felt the weight of the glass bird in his pocket