The hospital waiting room buzzed with activity, but Lyra felt utterly alone. She paced near the entrance doors, her mind replaying the moment Eleanor Croft had collapsed after her revelation about Dr. Payne.
"This is all your fault!" Orla's accusation still rang in her ears. The moment Eleanor had fainted, chaos erupted. Orla screamed, Jasper called for help, and everyone pointed fingers at Lyra.
She glanced toward the emergency entrance where the ambulance had disappeared with Eleanor thirty minutes ago. Jasper had physically blocked her from joining them.
"Haven't you done enough?" he'd sneered, shoving her aside.
Now she waited, desperate for news. A nurse passed by, and Lyra stopped her.
"Excuse me. Any update on Mrs. Moreau? She was brought in by ambulance."
The nurse checked her tablet. "I'm sorry, we're fully booked. No available wards at the moment."
Lyra's heart sank. "But she needs immediate care. She's—"
