After the nurse leaves, quiet settles over the ward again. The faint scent of disinfectant lingers in the air, mixed with the soft rhythm of Emma’s breathing and the occasional rustle of Grayson’s papers. He sits back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, eyes focused on his laptop. The blue light reflects off his sharp features, cold and distant — as if work is the only thing that can keep his thoughts in line.Emma lies still at first, trying not to move. But soon, discomfort gnaws at her, a dull ache twisting in her lower abdomen. She bites her lip, shifting slightly, then again. The urge to use the restroom grows unbearable, and she squirms despite herself.The faint sound of her turning catches Grayson’s attention. His brow furrows. “Is something wrong?” he asks, voice low, clipped — but not unkind.Emma freezes. “Nothing,” she says quickly, her voice too calm to be convincing.He studies her for a long moment, the faintest crease appearing between his brows. “Emma,” he sa
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