The room was dim and heavy with the sad smell of air that hadn't been refreshed and sheets that hadn't been cleaned.
The curtains were only partly open, trying to block out the brightness of the world and making the room look slightly bluish.
There were empty containers of food and crumpled tissues scattered on the floor. In the middle of the room, under a messy blanket, Blaine lay almost lifeless. He looked nothing like the man he used to be. The thought of Delaney hunted him.
A sharp knock on the door jolted him out of his reverie. His heartbeat quickened. Was it Delaney?
He hurried downstairs like his life depended on it and opened the door without hesitation. His heart sank when he laid his eyes on the figure in front of him.
"Mum? What are you doing here?" He asked frustrate
