[Hospital]
Roseline did not know when exhaustion had claimed her. One moment she had been sitting beside his bed, staring at the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the next she was jolted awake by the faint shift of movement.
Hugo was awake.
Her breath caught in her throat.
"Hugo… how are you feeling?" she asked carefully.
He did not respond.
His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, unblinking, distant. The silence stretched painfully between them, thick and suffocating. It was as if he was somewhere far away, trapped in thoughts she could not reach.
Fear crawled up her spine.
"I will call the doctor," she said quickly, her voice trembling as she rose from the chair and hurried out of the room.
When she returned with the doctor, Hugo had not moved an inch. The sight unsettled her more than before.
"Mr. Bennett, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked as he stepped beside the bed.
For a brief second, nothing happened.
Then Hugo's eyes shifted.
