Went into coma

The night outside the hospital was still, moonlight washing the glass walls with a soft, haunting glow. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed faintly as nurses hurried past, their rubber soles squeaking against polished tiles. The faint beeping of machines and the rhythmic hiss of ventilators filled the air like an orchestra of tension.

Tessa sat beside Lady Bianca’s bed, her back stiff, eyes fixed on the woman lying motionless beneath white sheets. The steady rise and fall of ...