Thirty-four | 28 days, 18th hour
Cain pushes the mahogany door open, letting a cool blast of cold air sweep out of the hospital VIP room. There, in the middle of the room on one side, is Mr. Graichen, still asleep - or more like still induced in his one-week-already coma. I glance at the side of the bed. Cain's mother, Jenny, sat there, her eyes not red anymore from weeping. Last week when I'd visited, she was sobbing her eyes out. Now she looked a bit more like the person I'd met her at Audrey's birthday. "Hi, Jenny." "Hi, Stella," She greets sadly. I hold up a basket of fruits. Cain on the other hand has a bouquet of blue daisies for his mother - an item he insisted on buying not for his father, but for his non-stop grieving mother. He knelt on the floor in front of her, and handed the bouquet with a poignant smil
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