He would have thrown him out if the man had not been an injured patient.

Yet, his question was met with silence as the man's gaze detached itself from their interaction, settling instead on the blank expanse of the ceiling.

Feeling the tension rise, Rosalynn tugged at Brian's hand, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“Forget it, honey. Maybe he couldn't tell us his identity for some reason."

As the words left her lips, the man's hoarse voice filled the room.

"I will repay you."

Though delivered gravelly, his words bore an unmistakable hint of determination.

Startled, Rosalynn stole a quick glance at Brian.

On the other hand, Brian continued to scrutinize the stranger. His Lips set in a thin Line, trying to dredge up any memories Linked to him.

At that moment, Calvert entered the room, interrupting their silent interactions.

“Rosalynn, is he awake?"

“Yes. He just woke up,” Rosalynn answered.

“Did you check his pulse?" asked Calvert, settling on the edge of the bed to examine the man's pulse again.

"I did, His pulse is stable."

Seeing Calvert meticulously assessing the man's vitals, Rosalynn motioned for Brian to step outside.

“Are you hungry? I made breakfast." With an affectionate gaze, Brian lifted his hand to Lovingly caress her hair.

“What's on the menu today?" Rosalynn cocked her head, eyeing him playfully.

"Guess," Brian teased, prolonging the suspense.

“Sandwiches, soy milk, and porridge?"

“How did you know?"

“Those are the only ingredients left!" Rosalynn answered.

The pair whispered among themselves, their laughter echoing down the hall as they left the room.