Night has already fallen, and the silence hanging over the hospital weighs heavily on everyone. The cold fluorescent lights reflect the exhaustion and anxiety brought on by endless hours of waiting. Andrea has just returned from the room where Catarina remains in a coma and now sits quietly beside Oliver and Aurora. The distant sound of footsteps echoing through the hallways is the only thing breaking the stillness.

Seated farther away, Henri runs his hands through his hair in a nervous gesture