H.E.I.R Hospital

Peter sat in a worn, cushioned chair placed outside the sterile room where Caville was receiving treatment. The minutes crawled by, each one filled with a growing sense of unease. The doctors had yet to provide any updates on her condition, leaving Peter in a state of anxious anticipation. He could only hope that behind that closed door, Caville was slowly but surely improving.

His gaze wandered the hallway, a stark contrast to the chaotic events that had transpired earlier. The tiled floors gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, the marbled walls lending an air of grandeur to the otherwise clinical environment. The unmistakable scent of rubbing alcohol and various medicines permeated the air, a constant reminder of the seriousness of the situation.