Upon hearing the doctor's reassurance, everyone exhaled a collective sigh of relief. At least Robert's life was no longer in immediate danger.
"Can we go in and see him?" The old man asked, his expression still tense as his gaze wandered toward the closed door.
Others were eager to catch a glimpse of Robert's condition as well, but the doctor shook his head, gently refusing. "It's best to wait until he wakes up."
Inside the Room, Jacob stood quietly by the door, while Eleanor crouched beside the bed, her eyes fixed on Robert's pallid face. A myriad of emotions flickered in her gaze, which softened as she thought about the past few days.
His words, his actions...
Robert Williams—what was going on with him? She wasn't naive; she could sense the changes. The way he looked at her, the things he had done, and especially how he had thrown himself in front of the bullet for her without hesitation.