At Lamey Doctors Hospital, Lamey Country
Arlan paced in the pristine hospital hallway of the hospital. His usually calm demeanor was shattered, replaced with restless energy. He raked a hand through his dark hair, his eyes darting toward the double doors of the diagnostics lab every few seconds.
David, his trusted assistant, stood nearby, quietly observing his rare display of vulnerability.
"They're taking too long," Arlan muttered under his breath, glancing at the clock on the wall.
Every passing minute felt like an eternity. His wife's sudden collapse had turned his world upside down, and the lack of answers only intensified his frustration.
David cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "Sir, this facility is known for its cutting-edge technology and expertise. They'll have answers soon."
