Hailee's POV
Peter wanted to argue, but I stopped him by shaking my head.
"Don't worry," I said softly. "Let me hear what he has to say."
Peter's jaw tightened, his eyes flicking toward Nathan like a warning, but he nodded reluctantly. "Five minutes," he muttered, his voice low.
Nathan gave him a brief look before turning to me. "Outside," he said simply.
I followed him through the quiet hallway and out into the hospital garden. The night air was cool, brushing gently against my skin. The faint scent of jasmine mixed with the sterile tang of disinfectant. The moon hung low and bright above us, casting silver light across the benches and trimmed hedges.
Nathan walked ahead a few steps, his hands shoved into his pockets. For a moment, he said nothing. He just stood there, looking out at the trees swaying softly in the breeze.
Then, without turning around, he spoke. "Sit," he said quietly.
