Viktor's hospital room was a stark contrast to Nina's private suite. Standard-issue furniture, harsh fluorescent lighting, and the constant backdrop of machines monitoring his deteriorating condition.
The poison had taken its toll... his once-powerful frame now appeared gaunt beneath the thin hospital gown, his breathing shallow and labored.
Despite his weakened state, his eyes remained sharp, alert. The mind that had led them through countless operations was still intact, even as his body betrayed him.
Damien sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair beside the bed, while Dimitri stood near the window and Andre worked quietly at his laptop in the corner.
The tension in the room was palpable... weeks of frustration, dwindling time, and the weight of watching their leader slowly die.
A soft knock interrupted the heavy silence. Andre looked up from his screen as their fourth team member, Pavel, slipped inside.
