The following day.
The morning sun had not even fully risen when Axel and Evelyn left the house.
The sky still held soft autumn colors, gold fading into pale blue, and the streets carried that early calm where only the committed few were awake.
Even in the car, Evelyn could not stop glancing at him. She had slept beside him all night. She had checked him from head to toe like a paranoid doctor.
Not a single injury. Not even a bruise. So why were they going to a hospital?
And why so early?
She stared at him again as he calmly browsed through something on his iPad.
"Axel… why are we going to the hospital so early?" she asked, unable to hold it in any longer. "What kind of friend needs to be visited before the staff even finishes their first coffee? Are you sure you're not taking a part-time job there? Should I expect you to start wearing a white coat?"
Axel did not look up from his screen. "Hospitals are open twenty-four hours, dear."
