Darcy stepped out of the hospital room first, easing the door open with careful fingers as if even the small click of the handle might disturb something fragile behind him. The corridor outside was bright with white overhead lights, the air smelling faintly of disinfectant and something floral from a nearby nurse's station. The moment he crossed the doorway, several heads turned at once. The Ramsy family, who had stood a few meters away, looked at him, their curiosity intense and obvious. Clyde followed right behind, closing the door softly until the latch slid into place with a quiet sound that still felt too loud in the tense hallway.
"I need to talk to you," Clyde murmured close to Darcy's ear, his voice low and tight, the usual calm tone replaced with something more urgent.
Darcy gave a small nod and started walking down the corridor, shoulders slightly hunched, but before they could take more than a few steps, Jacob's voice called out behind them, strained and loud.
