#Chapter 105: Hospital Visit

The hospital room was bathed in the sterile, fluorescent glow of overhead lights as I hesitated at the threshold. Fear gnawed at my insides as I stared at the closed door, beyond which lay the man who had tormented my life for far too long—Bruce. Visiting him in the hospital had not been an easy decision, and I questioned whether it was the right one. There was a sinking feeling in my chest, a fear that if Bruce survived, he would continue to plague my existence. But there was another part of me, a part that longed for closure and justice, that drove her to confront him one last time. With a deep breath, I pushed open the door and entered the dimly lit room. The sight before her was both shocking and eerily satisfying. Bruce lay in the hospital bed, still and motionless, his legs encased in casts that snaked up to his hips. The accident that had befallen him had left him incapacitated, vulnerable, and powerless. I had expected to feel pity when I saw him in this vulnerable st