The hallway outside the room remained quiet after the couple left.
Only the faint sound of metal touching metal could be heard from inside the bedroom.
The doctor stood beside the massive bed while two men carefully pushed a silver medical trolley into the room.
Its wheels rolled smoothly across the polished marble floor, carrying neatly arranged instruments, medicine boxes, clean bandages, injections, and a portable monitor machine.
A maid followed quietly behind them with a bowl of warm water resting carefully in her hands. Thin steam still rose faintly from its surface.
The air inside the room slowly changed.
The scent of medicine mixed with the smell of cold night air drifting through the slightly opened window.
Roman remained motionless on the bed.
The white sheets beneath him contrasted sharply against the dried blood near his temple.
Under the dim golden light hanging above, his face looked pale too pale for someone who once carried such an overwhelming presence.
