11 PM.

Rafayel had been waiting for you in this lone hospital bed for hours on end. The cast on his foot shifts, eliciting a groan from his lips. Agitated and restless, he drums his fingers against his arms.

How long were you going to make him wait...?

"Rafayel!"

His eyes brightened at the call, but upon being essentially forgotten, he appraises the woman with furrowed brows, wanting to get back at her.

"Who are you...?"