The quiet hospital corridor echoed with the heated argument between two people, their raised voices carrying even to the nearby ward where Dyson and others lay.
The door was ajar, allowing every word of their quarrel to reach the ears of those inside.
Dyson clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, attempting to rise from his hospital bed only to be restrained by Hannah's firm grip on his arm.
"You're not fully healed yet," she chided, her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows furrowing with concern.
The usually cheerful nurse now wore a somber expression, her voice laced with exasperation.
"The doctor just said you need bed rest - no unnecessary movements."
"Can't you hear them arguing out there?"
Dyson protested, his jaw set with determination.
"What if Lucas is bullying Beauty? I need to help her—" As he swung his legs over the bed's edge, Drake forcefully pushed him back down.
