Hospital Corridor!!!
Hospital Corridor.
Selene Aurevale hurried towards Julian D'Aurelius's hospital room.
The sterile white lights stretched endlessly above her, reflecting faintly against the polished floor as her heels struck in quick, urgent rhythm. Each step carried a quiet tension—controlled, but barely. Nurses moved aside instinctively, patients turned their heads, and conversations softened as she passed.
Because of her striking beauty, many people couldn't help but glance at her as she passed by.
Her long black hair swayed behind her like a shadow trailing light, her blue eyes sharp and focused, cutting through the chaos of the hospital with a singular purpose. But beneath that composed exterior, something restless stirred—something she wasn't used to feeling.
Concern.
Among the onlookers was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a neck brace, sitting stiffly on a bench. He had sprained his neck playing basketball and looked miserable enough already.
