Marcus moved first, pushing through the hospital doors before any of us could stop him, his usual measured composure completely abandoned in favor of something raw and desperate I had never witnessed from him before."Marcus, wait," Damian called, hurrying after him, though Marcus showed no sign of slowing.We caught up to him outside a hospital room, a nurse standing guard at the door, her expression softening with practiced sympathy as she took in our obvious distress."Family?" she asked."Yes," Damian said firmly, though his eyes kept flicking toward Marcus with growing confusion. "I'm her son.""And this man?" the nurse asked, studying Marcus carefully."He's family too," I said quickly, understanding instinctively that whatever connection existed here mattered enough to claim without hesitation. "Please. She's been asking for him."The nurse hesitated only a moment before nodding, stepping aside to let us pass.---Isabelle sat propped against hospital pillows, thinner than the
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