Patterson sat on the floor of the corridor exactly where her legs had given out, staring at nothing with the expression of someone who had just watched their professional future collapse in real time.Kelvin had already stopped looking at her.He turned back to Dr. Whitmore, who was still standing at the nurses' station with the attentive posture of a man who had recalibrated completely and was now operating in full accommodation mode."Sophie needs to be moved to the private suite tonight," Kelvin said. "Not tomorrow. Tonight.""Absolutely," Whitmore said. "I'll personally oversee the transfer.""Good." Kelvin looked down the corridor toward the intensive care wing. "There's a second matter."He had noticed the old man earlier — silver-haired, heavyset, sitting in a wheelchair outside the ICU with the comfortable authority of someone who expected chairs to be provided and doors to be held. Visiting family had been orbiting him with the anxious attentiveness of people managing somethi