Nicole's Pov
After Drake and Aiden leave to track Zachary, I take a deep breath and refocus on my work. The hum of the hospital surrounds me, the steady rhythm of beeping monitors and murmured voices grounding me. I move to the nurses' station, scanning the list of patients who need attention on the main floor.
My first stop is Room 103, where a young boy, maybe eight or nine years old, sits on the bed with his arm in a sling. His tear streaked face lights up when I walk in. His mother sits beside him, looking worried.
“Hi there,” I say with a warm smile, crouching to his level. “What happened here?”
“I fell off my skateboard,” he mumbles, sniffling.
“Well, I bet your skateboard looks worse than you do,” I tease lightly, earning a small giggle. I check his charts and ensure his arm is
