The moment I saw the figure step into the room, a chill ran down my spine. My body, weak and heavy, couldn't react fast enough, but instinctively, my hand reached out, brushing against Dorian’s sleeve. His head snapped toward me, but by the time he looked to where I was staring, the figure was gone. It was as though they had never been there.
“Isadora?” Dorian’s voice was low, filled with concern as he leaned in closer. “What is it?”
“I... I saw someone,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. “There was someone in the room, Dorian.”
His brows furrowed, immediately scanning the room with the sharp gaze of a protector. But there was nothing. No sign of anyone. Just the steady beep of the machines and the sterile quiet of the hospital room.
“I’ll check outside,” he said, moving sw
