Quiet montage

INT. GREY SLOAN MEMORIAL – WAITING ROOM – LATER

Link sits in the same chair.
Unmoving.

The room looks the same — except time has passed.

— Teddy appears in the doorway. She spots Link, pauses, then walks over and sits beside him.
No words. 
A reassuring hand on his back. 

Link doesn’t look up.

A beat.

— Teddy’s phone vibrates. She checks it, hesitates, then gently squeezes Link’s arm.
She leaves.

— Link is alone again.
Only for a moment.

— Owen steps in. He stops in front of Link, studies him for a beat.
He rests a hand on Link’s shoulder — brief, grounding.
 
Link barely looks up, his eyes red.
 
Then Owen is gone.

The chair beside Link is empty again.

— Bailey returns. She sits next to him.
This time, she stays.

Link exhales — barely noticeable.
He doesn’t move.

— Webber rushes in, scanning the waiting room.
He spots Bailey.

Their eyes meet.
Concern. Understanding.

Bailey gives a small nod.

Webber walks slowly over to Link, places a steady arm on his shoulder, then sits beside him.

Link remains bent forward, head in his hands.
Held on both sides now.

He stays exactly where he is.
So do they.

END MONTAGE.