Mackenzie's P.O.V.
I keep my right hand's palm on the door and it swings open with a crack while my other hand was holding a hot coffee cup. I slowly step in, seeing Johnny with an exhausted body while he had rested it on the white couch, head tossed back.
Lauren was looking the same, still and unconscious. Almost twenty hours has passed over, yet no response. Johnny doesn't even go out of the room, I have doubts if he even slept for a minute last night.
"Hey." I get in and close the door. He opens his eyes and looks at me, but without replying he again closed them.
My body shifts the weight on the soft couch as I sit on it, beside him. He didn't move a bit, didn't even give me a single response. His face had reflected a shade of tiredness which can be easily seen.
"Johnny?" I quietl
