"I want a steak. A massive one. With loaded potatoes," Rosa demanded, her voice still raspy from the sedation but her tone completely unyielding.

Leo chuckled, shaking his head as he adjusted her IV line. "Absolutely not, Rosa. You’ve been in a coma for days. If I give you a heavy meal right now, your stomach will go into shock. You need something easy to digest—liquid form only." He turned to the nurse hovering near the door. "Eunice, go down to the kitchen and fetch her some warm soup. Something light."

Before Rosa could even complain about the injustice of a liquid diet, the heavy wooden door of the VIP...