The next morning arrived with far more noise than the previous ones. Long before the scheduled time, the entire floor outside Damian's room had turned into a controlled storm. Security personnel lined the corridor, nurses whispered nervously, and hospital administrators hovered like anxious shadows. The presence of cameras had transformed the quiet medical wing into something closer to a press arena.
Through the glass wall, Damian could already see movement below. News vans filled the hospital driveway. Satellite dishes rotated slowly like mechanical flowers blooming toward the sky. Reporters clustered behind barricades while photographers adjusted lenses, waiting for the moment.
Inside the room, Hazel stood near the window with a faint frown. Ruby leaned against the wall with folded arms, while Racheal calmly adjusted Damian's pillows. Clara hovered close by.
"They are here for him." Clara whispered softly, though everyone already knew.
