Chapter 185 - The Proposal

The hospital room was dim, washed in that tired glow only fluorescent bulbs could manage—half-awake, half-alive. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of everything that had just been said. Not the explosive kind of revelation, but the slow, soul-deep kind that leaves a person shaken long after the words stop echoing. Even the antiseptic smell seemed sharper now, cutting through the quiet like a reminder that reality, no matter how painful, was still here.