|| THIRD PERSON's POV ||

Blake Mitchell strode down the sterile, brightly lit hallway of St. Francis Hospital, his footsteps echoing off the tiled floor. The faint smell of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the muffled sounds of medical equipment beeping and distant voices conversing in hushed tones. Blake’s sharp eyes took in every detail, from the nurses bustling between rooms to the anxious family members huddled in waiting areas. He wasn't here for any of them. He had a singular purpose.

At the far end of the hallway, in a private room secluded from the main flow of hospital traffic, lay Sevas, Stella's father. Sevas was a...