Chapter 121
~ Franklin ~
The next day, just as the first pale light of dawn crept across the skyline, I drove to the hospital with a knot of anticipation tightening in my chest. The city was still shaking off its slumber—horns blared faintly in the distance, street vendors were setting up their stalls—but my mind was already fixed on one thing: Octavia. I parked in the nearly empty lot, the engine ticking softly as it cooled, and made my way inside, my footsteps echoing through the sterile corridors that smelled of antiseptic and quiet hope.
I knocked lightly on Dr. Aris's office door and stepped in without waiting for a reply. He looked up from a stack of files, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and offered a professional smile. "Good morning, Mr. Flemington."
"Good morning, Dr. Aris," I replied, closing the door behind me.
"Please, have a seat." He gestured to the chair across from his polished desk.
