For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that the female werewolf's eyes looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't quite figure out why. We made it to the hospital quickly, and I helped her along the way. After the werewolf nurse finished bandaging the scrape on her leg, I sat down with her on a bench in the hallway. "Are you okay? Should we have you checked again?" I asked, concerned. "No, I'm fine," she replied, blinking as if she'd just realized the state of her injury. She shook her head and smiled at me. "You're so thoughtful. You're beautiful, kind, and gentle. I bet you have a lot of suitors." I'd heard plenty of compliments in my life, but hearing one from a stranger, someone I'd accidentally bumped with my car, made me feel a bit shy. "You flatter me ... Oh, we've been talking, but I don't think I caught your name," I replied, trying to keep the conversation light. At that, the female werewolf gave a bright, cheerful smile and casually extended her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Anna." She looked at me intently. "I lived abroad for a while, but I just came back. I don't have any close friends around ... It's nice to meet you." So her name was Anna. I didn't think much about it. As I noticed she kept smiling at me without blinking, I snapped out of my thoughts and politely shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Anna. I'm Rosaline." Timothy's POV: Half a month had passed in the blink of an eye. Yura and I hadn't spent much time together since our last meeting. Though she still came to visit me in the hospital, there was an evident distance between us now. Our conversations had turned into mere polite exchanges. While undergoing treatment, I made it a point to get up and walk around a little each day. I'd heard it helped with nerve recovery. After Hughie treated me with a witch's stone one day, he said, "All done. Your leg's almost healed. But you didn't take care of yourself before, so this is all I can do for now. Now, get up and try walking. See how it feels." I had been reflecting a lot on my relationship with Yura recently. I started to wonder if I had been too stubborn, too rigid in my views, which led us to this point.What if I had made a different choice? Would things have turned out differently? Hughie's voice snapped me back to reality, and I looked up at the werewolf doctor, grateful. "Thank you for everything, Dr. Watts. You've done a lot for my leg. I know that I might never fully recover, but I appreciate your help." Hughie shook his head slowly. "You should thank your girlfriend and Rosaline. If it weren't for them coming to me, I wouldn't have come to Rivemon to help you." When Hughie mentioned Yura, a wave of sadness hit me, and I replied quietly, "Yeah, she's always been good to me, but that's all in the past now ... " Before Hughie could respond, the door suddenly opened, and Rosaline and Yura walked in. Rosaline saw me sitting up and placing a new bouquet by my bed. She smiled and asked, "Timothy, how are you feeling today?" When I saw Yura, I froze for a moment, then forced a smile. I slowly lowered my feet to the floor, trying to steady myself as I stood and tested my balance while moving forward. My right leg was nearly healed, but I still had a slight limp when walking. As long as I moved slowly, it wasn't too noticeable. Yura looked at me with a mix of surprise and joy, her eyes filling with tears. She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Timothy, you're finally getting better ... " Her happiness touched me deeply. I walked over to her, paused for a moment, and tried to speak, but no words came out. Seeing this, Rosaline glanced at Hughie, who was tidying up. "Hughie, what's going on?" Hughie straightened up and walked over to Rosaline, replying, "His leg's almost healed now. I've done all I can. Full recovery isn't possible, but he'll be fine for normal life. I've done my part, and now I'm heading back." "Already?" Rosaline seemed surprised. Yura, noticing them, walked over to Hughie. "Dr. Watts, why are you leaving so soon? You've healed Timothy's leg, and I haven't had a chance to thank you properly." "It's fine. I've booked a flight for tomorrow afternoon. I'm leaving now," Hughie said. "Thank you, Dr. Watts," I said sincerely.