Orion's POV

The hospital’s sterile scent struck my senses as I was led down the long corridor. Cold, white tiles stretched before me, each step echoing. Anticipation thrummed through my veins as the guard paused in front of a door.

“Miss Holly is inside,” he announced, casting me a sideways glance that lingered on the bag in my hands. I met his gaze with an easy smile, masking the storm beneath.

“Thank you,” I said smoothly. He nodded and moved away.

Pushing open the door, I stepped inside. The room was bathed in soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

The room didn't look like a typical hospital room. Trust...