"How is she?"
Oliver's voice broke the quiet as he stepped into the hospital room. Vio, seated at Lav's bedside like he had been every day since the incident, did not move his gaze from her. He simply replied, "She's doing very well. Except her eyes are still closed"
Before Oliver could sit, Bryant brushed past him, heading straight for Lav. He did not offer Vio a greeting, not even a glance. His hand reached out and began stroking her face gently, the touch was soft, but his presence radiated frustration.
Silence wrapped around them again,
tight and unspoken.
"I have been thinking," Oliver eventually broke the silence, "maybe it is time to bring her back to the villa. She'd receive more comfortable care there, and Vio, you could finally take a break. Your mother's worried about you—"
