Thunder struck outside the house, and the rain grew heavier by the second.
Water crashed against the windows, and the wind howled like something alive in the darkness.
The front door opened with a slow creak.
A man stepped onto the steel-tiled floor, droplets of rain sliding down his black coat.
His hair was slightly damp, sticking to his pale forehead.
His sharp, light-colored eyes scanned the hallway before resting on the nurse standing near the end of the corridor.
"How is the treatment going, Nurse?" the man asked in a calm but firm voice.
The nurse adjusted her glasses nervously.
"It is… progressing, sir. But the patient's condition is unstable."
The man walked closer, his footsteps echoing softly against the hard tiles.
"Unstable in what way?" he asked.
"She regains consciousness for a few minutes," the nurse explained carefully.
