[146 Days Left to Live]
The room was quiet, almost eerily so. Inside the private mini hospital wing tucked at the far side of Diamond Mansion, Lian lay unmoving on the wide hospital bed. His skin was pale, nearly translucent under the overhead light. An oxygen mask covered half his face, and his breathing came shallow, almost as if his lungs were struggling to remember how.
Beside him, seated with his legs crossed, Larman Diamond looked every inch the calm and composed man he was known to be. But the tight line of his jaw and the way his fingers rhythmically tapped the chair's armrest betrayed him. The silence stretched until the door opened quietly.
The doctor walked in with an injection in hand, a small vial filled with dark red fluid held securely in a case. Brent, standing at the foot of the bed, immediately stepped forward.
"Inject him. Now," Brent said without looking at the doctor. His voice was curt, controlled, but clearly tense.
