One of the nurses stepped inside, her voice gentle. “Lily, sweetheart, someone special is here to see you.”
Lily’s eyes shifted toward the door, curious but tired. Daniel turned as well, expecting perhaps a hospital volunteer or a distant relative, but instead he froze in disbelief when he saw the familiar face stepping quietly into the room.
It was Michael Douglas, dressed simply in a dark jacket and jeans, no entourage, no cameras, no flashing lights. He looked less like a Hollywood legend and more like a grandfather walking into his granddaughter’s bedroom after school. His expression was warm, cautious, almost humble, as if he understood he was entering sacred ground.
“Hi there,” he said softly, approaching the bed slowly so he wouldn’t startle her. “Are you Lily?”
Her lips curved into a small smile. “You’re Michael Douglas.”
He chuckled gently. “Guilty.”
Daniel stood speechless for a moment before managing, “Sir… I don’t—how did—”
