Chapter 42

The hospital halls buzzed with their usual rhythm, nurses moving with purpose, intercom announcements slicing through the air, and the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in every corridor. Hazel walked through the main entrance in her white coat, a stethoscope looped neatly around her neck, her heels striking a confident rhythm across the tiled floor. The moment she stepped into the building, her energy shifted. The softness of her morning with Orion faded into the background, replaced by precision, focus, and command.