The private hospital wing was quiet at this late hour, its sterile white corridors lit by soft, recessed lighting. Silas's car pulled up directly at the private entrance reserved for VIP patients. Two nurses and Dr. Marcus were already waiting outside with a gurney, their faces serious under the overhead lights.
Silas stepped out first, the cool night air brushing against his skin. Without hesitation, he reached into the backseat and lifted Sylvain's limp, trembling body into his arms.
Sylvain was still muttering incoherently, his face pressed weakly against Silas's chest, breath shallow and ragged. "Devil… leave me… Leon… don't kill him… please… I have to save him…"
Dr. Marcus, one of Silas's few trusted friends and a renowned private physician, moved forward immediately, his expression grave but professional.
"Bring him inside, Silas. Room 4 is fully prepared. We have the best equipment ready."
