Williams stood in the corner of the hospital room for hours, silently watching Tessy. He didn't move, didn't speak—just kept his eyes on her with an intensity that suggested he wasn't going to miss a single change. The beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, but he wasn't paying attention to any of that. His focus was completely on her.
He wanted to help, but he knew there was only very little he could do. Also, he was waiting for the right time to step in.
Whatever was happening to her, it was happening somewhere else, far beyond the reach of medicine or machines.
A while later, he felt it.
The atmosphere shifted. At first, it was a barely noticeable change. But it grew heavier by the second. The energy in the room began to dim, and Williams instantly knew it was time.
He moved closer to the bed, his gut tightening with every step. At that moment, his eyes caught on to the marks appearing on her skin.
