The private medical floor remained unnaturally quiet after midnight; soft lighting reflected against polished walls. Nurses moved carefully through the corridors with lowered voices and controlled footsteps. The entire level had already been locked down under Ashford security authority, which meant no unauthorised staff, no media access, and no external visitors without clearance.
Still, the silence did not feel peaceful; it felt tense, like the building itself understood something dangerous had happened. Seraphina sat upright against the hospital bed while a nurse finished wrapping the bruising along her wrist.
"You are very lucky," the nurse said gently as she secured the bandage. "There is no fracture."
Seraphina looked down at the bruises without emotion.
"The muscle strain should improve within several days," the nurse continued. "You also have mild shoulder inflammation from the impact against the vehicle."
"I understand." She said.
