The words did not settle. They hung in the air like something unfinished, pressing down on Sebastian in a way nothing else had managed to do since this began. For a moment, the world outside that hospital corridor ceased to exist. The noise, the movement, the distant urgency of everything unfolding beyond those walls—all of it faded into something hollow and far away. What remained was the silence in front of him, heavy and suffocating, centered on a pair of doors that now held everything that mattered.
And even that… was uncertain.
Sebastian didn't move. His gaze stayed locked on the doctor as if refusing to accept what had just been said, as if sheer will could force the outcome into something different. The hesitation in the doctor's voice replayed in his head, not as information but as resistance, something his mind refused to process fully.
"We don't know yet."
