Alle Kapitel von On My Professor's Desk: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 106

The wheels of the chair squeaked softly against the polished hospital floor.It was the only sound that seemed real to William.Everything else—The passing nurses.The distant voices.The muted beeping of machines—Felt like background noise to something much louder inside his head.Camille pushed him carefully, her grip firm on the handles, her eyes scanning ahead as they moved through the corridor. She had argued with the staff, insisted, pushed boundaries she normally wouldn’t—but somehow, through urgency and sheer determination, she had gotten them this far.Closer to Ava.Closer to the truth.“You shouldn’t be doing this,” she muttered under her breath, though there was no real resistance left in her voice.William didn’t respond.Because there was nothing left to say.Everything that mattered—Everything that could still be saved—Was ahead.They turned the final corner.And there—A door.Half-open.A doctor stepped out at the exact moment they approached.William’s breath hit

The knock came softly.Too softly for the storm Camille carried inside her.She didn’t wait for permission.The door swung open as she stepped in, two uniformed officers right behind her, their presence filling the already tense room with something official. Final.Camille’s eyes went straight to William.She expected something different.Something resolute.Something… ready.Ready to fix this.Ready to undo the damage.Ready to tell the truth.That was what they had agreed on.That was why she made the call.“Dr. Reid,” one of the officers said, stepping forward slightly. “We were informed you wanted to give an updated statement.”William didn’t look at them immediately.His gaze remained fixed ahead.Distant.Unreachable.Something in Camille’s chest tightened.“Dr. Reid?” she called softly.He turned his head slowly.Looked at her.And in that moment—Something felt off.Not fear.Not hesitation.Something colder.Something… resigned.Her brows furrowed slightly.“What’s going on?”

The first thing Ava felt was the weight.Not physical.Not something she could touch.But something heavy pressing down on her chest… on her lungs… on her very existence.Then came the sound.A steady, rhythmic beeping.Soft.Consistent.Too clean.Too controlled.Her eyelids fluttered.Light flooded in—too bright, too sharp—and she winced immediately, her head throbbing faintly as consciousness pulled her back, piece by piece.For a moment, she didn’t remember.Where she was.What had happened.Why her body felt so weak.So drained.Then, it hit her.The room.The ropes.The fear.Vanessa Reid.Her breath caught sharply as her eyes snapped open fully.White ceiling.Hospital.Her heart began to race.“No…” she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely more than air.Her hand moved instinctively.To her stomach.Flat.Still.A cold wave of dread washed over her.“No…”The door opened softly.A nurse stepped in, her expression calm but attentive.“Oh, you’re awake,” she said gently, walking