My heels clicked against the sterile hospital floor as I rushed toward Victoria's room, my heart pounding against my ribs. The antiseptic smell burned my nostrils, but I barely noticed it through my racing thoughts. Victoria had seemed fine at dinner just hours ago – what could have caused her sudden collapse?
I paused outside Room 407, taking a deep breath. Through the window, I could see Oliver standing by his sister's bed, his usually perfect posture now rigid with tension. He turned as I entered, and for a moment, I caught a glimpse of raw vulnerability in his eyes before his mask slipped back into place.
"Any change?" I asked, moving to stand beside him.
"The doctors are running tests." His voice was controlled, but his clenched jaw betrayed his worry. "They're suspecting food pois
