The next day, Zara sat at the edge of the bed with her arms folded tightly across her chest, watching the doctor speak like the words were coming from underwater. Something about observation complete, something about rest, something about follow-up. She only caught fragments. “—stable now.” “—you can be discharged.” The door clicked before she even looked up properly. Sebastian was already inside, he didn’t rush but the tension in his shoulders moved faster than his feet. His eyes went straight to her first, not the doctor, not Chloe standing near the corner. “You’re leaving today,” he said flatly. Zara exhaled like she was already tired of the sentence. “I heard the doctor.” Chloe shifted slightly, watching both of them like she was standing too close to a fire she couldn’t fully predict. The doctor cleared his throat. “She can recover at home with proper supervision.” Zara’s head snapped slightly. “I don’t need supervision.” Sebastian didn’t even look at her when he repl
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