TIMOTHY POV
Timothy's footsteps echoed in the sterile hospital corridor as he made his way to the front desk. He had been gripped by an overwhelming sense of urgency, a gnawing worry that had been festering ever since he received the call about his mother's condition. He had to see her, to ensure that she was receiving the best care possible.
"Excuse me," he said to the nurse behind the desk, his voice edged with concern. "I'm here to see my mother, Abigail Lawrence. Can you tell me which room she's in?"
The nurse glanced up from her paperwork, her expression inscrutable. She tapped away at the computer, and Timothy anxiously tapped his fingers on the counter.
"I'm sorry, sir, but it seems that your mother has discharged herself," she said, her tone even.
Timothy's heart plummeted, an
