The soft clatter of shoes echoed just outside the room before the door opened with a gentle knock.
Dr. Harris stepped inside, coat unbuttoned, clipboard in one hand. His eyes immediately found Billy—awake, sitting up a little straighter now, with both Artur and Camila nearby.
"Well," he said, allowing the smallest smile to lift the corners of his mouth. "That's a sight I've been waiting to see."
Billy gave a quiet nod. "Morning, doctor."
Dr. Harris walked closer, setting the clipboard down and pulling on a pair of gloves. He didn't rush—just scanned Billy's vitals first, then carefully checked his eyes, movement, and pulse.
"Do you know where you are?"
"Hospital. City side. Room with awful curtains," Billy replied dryly.
Camila chuckled. "Yup. He's back."
Dr. Harris smiled again, but his expression remained focused. "And do you know who's sitting beside you?"
Billy turned slightly. His gaze landed on Artur.
"Yeah," he said softly. "That's Artur."
