Alex lay motionless in the private hospital room, his chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly with each shallow breath. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of medical equipment and the occasional beep from the monitors that tracked his fragile condition. The walls, painted a muted shade of beige, were adorned with simple, framed landscapes that did little to brighten the somber atmosphere. A single window, partially covered by heavy curtains, allowed a sliver of pale light to filter through, casting long, soft shadows across the room.
Ed sat quietly in the corner of the room, his thoughts swirling with memories of his time working under Alex. For the past few years, Alex had been a cold and demanding boss, often pushing him and the rest of the team to their limits. The harsh words, the relentless pressure—Ed had felt the weight of it all. But now, as he looked at Alex lying there, so vulnerable, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect and gratitude.
