St. Malachi's General Hospital, Aurelia
The corridors were quiet as nurses walked from ward to ward, checking in on the patients for the night.
Sobbing came from one ward where a mother was told her child couldn't make it.
In another ward, a man stayed up beside his girlfriend, caressing her fingers as he watched her sleep.
The atmosphere in human hospitals was… unlike any other. So much pain. Regret. Sorrow. Hope. The burning will to survive.
All these contrasting emotions gathered in one place were absolutely riveting to a timeless being who's seen civilisations rise and fall.
Ramona stood before the door of a man she's come to discover one of Ambrose's partners has a complicated relationship with.
She was invisible to the naked eye, phasing past the door like a phantom.
There he was.
Lying on his bed was Mr Silverstone, his breathing even. The constant beep of the machines around him was an indicator that he was stable.
He had his eyes on the ceiling, thoughts adrift.
