At first, it was just a shadow—tall, dressed in black.
Probably a family member of one of the other patients.
But… why was he just standing there?
Why wasn't he coming in?
A faint unease crept over me.
Then the figure stepped inside.
He walked past the outer bed.
Not for them…
My breath caught slightly.
He stopped right beside my bed.
Before I could react, he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Startled, I squinted, trying to see him clearly—but no matter how hard I tried, everything remained a blur.
I leaned forward slightly, focusing with all my strength.
Then—
"It's me, Vivienne. What happened to your eyes?"
Alexander's voice.
Familiar. Deep. Concerned.
His hand reached out, gently cupping my face as he looked at the bandages wrapped around my forehead.
I had been staring at him in silence for a moment, and he must have found it strange.
Only after hearing his voice did I fully confirm it was really him.
