Author's pov
"I'm fine I don't want to be here, I want to go home" She scribbled and handed to doctor.
Before the doctor could respond, Enzo's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "Stay quiet, will you?" His words were sharp, dripping with impatience. "You're not going anywhere until she gives you a clean chit." His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched as he stared at her, making it clear that he was in no mood for disobedience. He didn't seem to care about her well-being, just that she stayed put.
The doctor, caught off guard by Enzo's tone, glanced back at Tiara, clearly concerned. Something wasn't right. Tiara had been unconscious for nearly 24 hours, yet now she was awake, alert, and practically demanding to leave. How could that be possible? The doctor's medical instincts kicked in as she carefully examined Tiara's posture and the way she was moving. She shouldn't have had this much energy so soon. It defied logic.
