CHAPTER 87
KATYA POV
Standing frozen, I strained my ears for any sign of movement or life—but there was nothing.
No footsteps. No voices. No sound of any kind.
Taking a tentative step forward, my bare feet made barely a sound on the cold floor.
The nurse's station was still empty. The desk was cluttered with papers and medical charts, and a cup of cold coffee sat on the edge—a reminder that someone had been here recently.
Should I call for someone? Clearly, someone was here not too long ago—but where were they now? Or should I just walk out? What kind of hospital doesn't have people around?
I took another step forward, my legs trembling beneath me.
Behind me, the door to my room swung shut, making me jump.
I turned to look at it, anxiety surging through me.
What if I got lost? What if I couldn't find my way back?
But I pushed those thoughts aside and took another step forward—while my bladder screamed for release.
I stumbled toward a door, hoping it led to a bathroom.
