In a room that looked like a cafeteria, but was actually a waiting area for relatives of patients, Bianca sat staring at the older woman in front of her. The woman's face was etched with concern, but Bianca's expression was far from her usual adorable and beautiful look. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and dark bags hung under her eyes, a testament to the sleepless night she had endured. The news of her brother's hospitalization had sent her into a panic, and she had rushed to the hospital, fearing the worst.
As she sat across from the older woman, Bianca's mind raced with questions. "You still haven't told me who you are, and how you know my brother?" she asked, her voice firm but laced with a hint of desperation. The woman's presence, and her apparent concern for Roman, had only added to Bianca's confusion and frustration.
