Vernon had no idea how long he had been standing in front of this hospital room. Minutes? Maybe longer. His hand hovered just inches from the door handle, hesitant to slide it open.
The nameplate was missing, and officially, this VIP room was marked as unoccupied. But Vernon knew exactly who was inside.
"Mr. Lin."
A voice pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to see a short, bald man in white scrubs approaching with a polite, familiar smile.
Dr. Winslow—the hospital's chief surgeon. From the exhaustion lining his face, it was clear he had just finished his shift.
"Why are you here?" the doctor asked, stopping beside him. "Aren't you going to visit your mother?"
Vernon offered him a small, friendly smile and shook his hand. "Yes, I just… needed a moment to gather myself."