Eight o'clock in the morning. Inside the room, sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, illuminating Elena sitting in her wheelchair near the window. She looked calm, but her expression still held a trace of confusion.

The door slowly opened. Nathan entered cautiously.

"El..." Nathan greeted softly.

Elena turned quickly. Her eyes sparkled slightly.

“You came again,” Elena said.

Nathan smiled slightly. “I’m always here, El. Do you need anything?”

Elena shook her head. “I just… want to go home. I’ve rested enough. Damian must be worried.”

Nathan swallowed slowly. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Elena.

“El… Damian is busy right now. He has a lot...