Ramirez, found himself drawn to the observation window outside her room. He watched as the nurses gently tended to her, their movements efficient and practiced. His gaze, however, remai

gnition...it was illogical, irrational, and yet, it persisted. Alistair was a man of science, of empirical evidence. He prided himself on his ability

reaking his reverie. "Possible concussion, some bruising. We're

ion away from the observation windo

m. But his mind kept drifting back to Elara. He found himself replaying the moment their

tment felt suffocating, the familiar routines offering no solace. Instead, he wandered to the hospi

s returned to the locket. It was an unusual piece, intricately carved with symbols he couldn't quite deciphe

om. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the door. He had no medical reason to be there. He was

eathing soft and even. The monitors beside her bed hummed softly, a testament to the ste

e cool metal. As he did, a faint whisper seemed to fill the roo

helr

wn his spine. It was a name, unfamiliar yet strangely resonant

e else there. But he was alone. The only sound was the rh

ing? Was the fatigue finally taking its toll? He knew he should le

n't comprehend. The whisper of the name, the strange pull of the locket,

he rational doctor within him battled with the inexplicable emotions that stirred within him. He

carefully ordered world, would never be the same. The whispers of the locket had begun t