ZACH’S POV

The nurse nodded sympathetically and directed me to the administrative office. I hurried over, my mind racing with thoughts of how to keep Joan safe.

In the office, I found a middle-aged man with a kind face and a badge that read "Mr. Roberts, Hospital Administrator." He looked up from his paperwork as I entered. "How can I help you?"

I explained the situation, emphasising the need for heightened security and privacy for Joan. "My daughter is in surgery right now, and we can't afford any distractions or disturbances."

Mr. Roberts listened carefully, nodding as I spoke. "I understand, Mr. Davis. We take patient privacy very seriously. I'll...