Chapter 168
~ Octavia ~
A few days later, my mother drove me back to the hospital for a wound check on my head. The nurse's news was encouraging—the injury was healing rapidly. With time, I would be able to wash and style my hair properly again. Since the heavy bandage had been in place, I had relied on dry shampoo and conditioner, which I disliked but had no choice but to use. Now, the thought of real shampoo felt like a small luxury.
After the dressing and a quick consultation with Dr. Aris, I decided to visit Frederick in his private ward. My mother waited for me in the hallway, giving me space.
When I stepped inside, Briggs sat across from the bed, quietly reading a magazine. He looked up as I entered.
"Hey, Biggs," I greeted softly.
"Mrs. Flemington… good day," he replied, standing respectfully.
I turned toward Frederick. He still looked the same—motionless, pale, and fragile. The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room like a somber heartbeat.
