Maya pressed close to the bed's edge, her fingers finding the sheet and hovering there, uncertain. "And Ethan?"
The doctor did not look up from the file. "Recovery is tracking. The wound is serious but not fatal. Extended observation, both of them are here for three to four days at minimum." The verdict arrived flat and final. Stable, but the stability was its own kind of fragility.
The corridor was divided without ceremony.
"Maya." Luna pulled her composure back into alignment, her voice finding its steel again. "Stay with Ethan. Alert the family immediately."
"Yes, Mother." Maya fell in behind the second trolley, already reaching for her phone, the role settling around her without a visible seam.
After all, she had to stick around him, he was her fiancé.
Luna turned toward Thomas without looking back.
Richard stopped where he was.
