The ride to the hospital was quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioner and the faint shuffle of city sounds outside. Erisia watched the world blur by through tinted glass—sunlight slicing between buildings, people hurrying across crosswalks, the occasional burst of laughter from a café terrace.
By the time she reached the hospital, the afternoon light had softened to a gentle gold, painting the glass walls of the building in warm reflection.
The driver led her through the main entrance and up to the VIP floor. The corridor today was not quiet—there were more bodyguards than there had been yesterday, and before they reached the lounge, Erisia heard voices. As they passed, she turned her head slightly to see three people in office outfits gathered around a small table, laptops and tablets open, speaking in low tones.
