When Liam stepped back into the private ward of the Kingston Memorial Hospital, the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol was partially masked by the delicate aroma of chamomile tea. He was surprised to find Dr. Gabriel Lawson standing near the window, adjusting the blinds to keep the harsh morning sun from hitting the patient's eyes.
"Why are you still here, Gabriel?" Liam asked, his voice low as he glanced at the sleeping form of his father, Samuel Livingston. "The surgery was a success. You should be resting."
"I was just... keeping an eye on your father's vitals," Gabriel replied, a sudden, uncharacteristic shyness coloring her cheeks as she avoided his gaze. She busied herself with the IV drip, her movements precise yet slightly hurried. "I also wanted to see if there was anything else t
