Leo hesitated, his fingers tightening again, because now what he said mattered in a way he didn’t fully understand.
Leo hesitated, his fingers tightening again, because now what he said mattered in a way he didn’t fully understand.
“A small case,” he answered, “like the ones doctors carry tools in.”
The younger doctor’s eyes widened slightly.
“That’s not standard for her shift,” he muttered.
Richard didn’t wait.
“Find her,” he said sharply to security, his voice now fully commanding, leaving no room for delay or doubt.
Two guards immediately moved, their earlier dismissiveness toward Leo completely gone, replaced by urgency.
The room shifted once more, this time into motion driven by something far more serious than a medical emergency.
Leo stepped back again, his role suddenly unclear, his presence no longer invisible but not entirely welcome either.
Isabelle looked at him, really looked at him for the first time, her expression softening in a way that hadn’t been there before.
“You saw all of that?” she asked gently, her voice quieter now, stripped of the sharpness from earlier.
Leo nodded.
“I just remember things,” he said simply.
Because for him, remembering wasn’t a skill.
It was survival.
Minutes passed, but they felt longer, stretched thin by tension that no one could escape.
Then the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Security returned.
But not alone.
Nurse Elena stood between them, her face pale, her posture rigid, her eyes avoiding everyone in the room.
Richard stepped forward slowly, every movement controlled, every breath deliberate, as if he was holding himself together by sheer will.
“Where were you going?” he asked, his tone calm, but beneath it, something sharp waited.
Elena swallowed hard, her voice barely steady.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” she repeated, the same explanation, but now it sounded thinner, weaker, less convincing.
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