I stepped into the hospital room to find Old Mrs. Margaret Ricardo still asleep, her weathered face peaceful in the soft glow of the afternoon light. The constant beeping of monitors had become a familiar backdrop to my thoughts.
Setting down my bag, I pulled out the research papers I'd brought to review. The hospital chair wasn't comfortable, but I'd grown accustomed to it over the past few days. My mind drifted to the confrontation in Dean Anderson's office. Monday loomed ahead—a day that would change everything.
The door clicked open, and Nathaniel walked in, his expression unreadable as always. He nodded at me briefly before moving to check on his grandmother.
"Any changes?" he asked, his voice low.
"The nurse said her vitals are stable. She's been sleeping most of the morning."
