The wind brushed through the man's snowy hair, its soft strands glowing under the moonlight. Watching him from behind, Zarek felt an unexplainable peace—a feeling that was oddly nostalgic. As the man slowly turned to face him, Zarek's heart tightened.
Then, he woke up.
"Was that… a dream?"
The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room. His hand was wrapped gently around his mother's, the warmth of her skin grounding him in reality. He let out a quiet breath, his troubled heart easing as he looked at her peaceful face.
"Figured you'd be here," a familiar voice called from behind.
Zarek turned to see Dr. Steve standing in the doorway, his usual composed expression in place.
"Oh, Doctor. I didn't realize… I was just visiting my mom, but I must've dozed off."
Dr. Steve crossed his arms. "You may be a powerful hunter now, and your injuries may heal faster than others, but that doesn't mean you don't need rest."
