Olivia was gone for a few minutes, walking briskly toward the hospital cashier to pay the remaining fees.
The soft click of her shoes on the tile echoed faintly in the otherwise quiet corridor.
Jules had settled himself in the corner of the room, legs crossed, arms resting on his knees. He looked casual, but his eyes kept darting toward Kafziel, full of concern.
Kafziel shifted uncomfortably on the hospital bed.
Where do I start? he thought, staring at the faint pattern on the ceiling tiles. How do I even begin to talk about Aniela?
His fingers twitched nervously in the blanket.
“Bro,” Jules said casually, breaking the silence, “you okay? You look pale.”
Kafziel blinked, surprised. He hadn’t realized how drawn his face looked under the fluorescent lights.
“Uh… yeah,” he said softly
