The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the chaos and fear of a few hours ago. Levi sat beside Lyse's hospital bed, his gaze fixed on her pale face. He had rushed her to the hospital after the terrifying incident with Brandon, his heart pounding with fear and a fierce protectiveness.
The doctors had examined her, confirming that she had suffered no serious physical injuries, Levi had been able to breathe a sigh of relief. He had feared that something bad might have happened to her. He insisted on staying by her side, refusing to leave her alone even for a minute.
A doctor entered the room, his expression grave. He had been reviewing Lyse's case, trying to understand the extent of her memory loss and the impact of the recent trauma.
"Mr. Van Doren," the doctor began, his voice professional but empathetic, "may I speak to you outside please?"
