Cynthia remained in the dim and quiet ward for a little longer before standing up. Her gaze soft, she carefully made her mother more comfortable on the bed and tucked her in better, before she left with a smile, her eyes hardly leaving the sleeping form until she closed the door.
The corridor of the hospital was brighter, and the noise, while kept low, especially at the late hour, was still present.
Cynthia took a breath to gather her bearings, before moving to the escalator. The elevator might have been more efficient, but she was feeling the need to reach her destination not so soon, to take her time to calm the trepidation afflicting her heart.
Still, no matter what, Cynthia reached an office in the end, a door remaining the last obstacle before her destination.
*Knock* *Knock*
She waited for a moment, before she heard a mature male voice from inside:
"Come in."
Steadying her breathing, Cynthia went inside the office.
