I opened my eyes to find myself lying on a hospital bed in a private room. Outside the door, I could hear Tyrone talking to someone.
"She's still asleep. Please don't disturb her," he said, his voice firm but restrained. "She's been through a lot, and you need to understand how traumatized she is."
"We understand," another voice replied. "This is just a routine inquiry. A few simple questions, that's all."
"The doctor said she needs rest. There are too many of you here already. If it's really necessary, come back in a few days," Tyrone countered.
The door creaked open slightly, and I saw Tyrone standing in the doorway, his hand gripping the handle tightly. A man—an older police officer with weathered features—was holding the door ajar, refusing to let Tyrone close it.
"We'll only send
