Queen's Hospital was quiet this time of night. The fluorescent lights in the hallways buzzed faintly, casting a dull white glow over the tiled floors. Most of the staff had either gone home or were huddled away in break rooms, trying to catch some rest between shifts.
The only sound breaking the stillness was the click of Silas's shoes. He walked with his usual calm, his white coat swaying slightly with each step. His brown eyes were unreadable, fixed straight ahead as he moved through the dim corridor. He didn't glance at the nurses who passed him, didn't acknowledge the whispers that trailed in his wake. Ever since the scandal at the pharmacy had erupted, the looks thrown his way were cold at best, hostile at worst.
But Silas didn't flinch. He didn't bow his head. He never had.
