INSIDE THE PRIVATE WING
ZAVIER
The door didn't just close, it sealed. Soft click, absolute silence, and I was still on the bed. Still processing, still overheating. Adam was… not leaving, that should have been the first warning. It wasn't. The first warning was the knock, then the door opened, and everything escalated. Three guards entered, silent and perfect posture.
"What is that?"I asked.
"Supplies." Adam said calmly.
"That is not supplies."I said.
Blankets, not normal blankets thick, soft and clearly expensive. Folded like they had a ranking system, food trays, multiple, not cafeteria, not even close. Actual meals, perfectly arranged and still steaming.
"This is excessive."I said.
"This is standard." Adam replied.
"I reject standard."I sighed.
"Denied."He said.
"I am serious."Adam sighed this time.
"So am I."I said visibly upset.
The guards placed everything down with military precision then stepped back, then didn't leave.
"Why are they still here?"I asked.
