Sophia's POV
The hospital had an odor of chemicals and anxiety. I wandered down corridors that were excessively bright. Excessively bright. Everything ached in my eyes.
Maya remained in the vehicle. She was too frightened to enter. Too afraid of what we could discover.
Morrison encountered me at the elevator. Her complexion was ashen. Exhausted.
"He's conscious," she stated. The operation was successful. The bullet passed two inches away from his heart. "He's fortunate."
"May I observe him?"
"Why do you wish to?"
I displayed my phone to her. The danger posed by the mysterious individual. The deadline is twelve hours.
Morrison perused it. Her jaw became tense. "We will keep you safe." Everyone here. "We have the ability to place you in a witness protection program."
"Until when?" F
