Lisa stood guard all night beside Jessica. This morning, she had just left the room to go to the bathroom.When Lisa returned, her eyes popped open. There, beside Jessica's bed, stood Dave. He looked calm, his hand gently placed on Jessica's wrist, as if checking her pulse or channeling energy."What are you doing here?!" Lisa shrieked, her anger exploding, shattering the early morning silence. She lunged forward, shoving Dave hard. "How dare you enter Miss Jessica's room! Who do you think you are, coming in here without permission?! I was only gone for a minute!"Dave staggered slightly from the sudden shove, but he didn't move. His hand, which had touched Jessica, was now slowly withdrawn. His sharp eyes glared directly at Lisa, who was still consumed by fury."I came to make sure she was alright," Dave answered, his voice calm. "And to help her recover.""Help?!" Lisa laughed cynically, her face flushed crimson. "You're the one who brought her here! You're the one who poisoned her!