Alexander stepped into the hospital room and the door closed softly behind him, cutting off the noise of the corridor as if the world itself had been shut out.
For a moment, he just stood there.
Then he walked forward slowly and took his place beside the bed where his father lay surrounded by machines that spoke in constant, indifferent beeps. The doctors had already stepped back to a distance, giving space, but even that space felt crowded with things unsaid.
Alexander did not speak.
He simply sat down, his gaze fixed on the man who had once been untouchable in his eyes. The same man who had built empires, commanded fear, and ruled silence with a single look, now lay still in a way that made everything he represented feel fragile.
No anger came to him. No words of complaint.
Only em
