The two hurried to the hospital. On the way, Taylor filled Nathan in. “They moved him to a VIP ward because his condition kept deteriorating. My family’s been trying everything.”Once they arrived, Taylor led Nathan down pristine hallways until they reached a large, illuminated room. On the bed lay Johnson Monroe, a frail old man, his skin pale and eyes sunken. Monitors beeped in the background as several doctors stood nearby, their faces tense with frustration and confusion.“I think Nathan here will be able to know what's wrong with grandfather. Let's allow him take a look," Taylor said to her family members.Taylor’s aunt, a stern woman with gray-streaked hair, folded her arms. “You brought a stranger here?”“Wait—” Taylor started, but the older woman cut her off.“This is ridiculous. You think this… boy can do anything? He looks like he’s barely out of school!”“I asked him to come,” Taylor said firmly. “He might help, Aunt.”Her aunt snorted. “Taylor, you’ve always been too trus