Thirty.
Thirty. “Oddie! Zach!” Liam and Roy speed-walked towards the waiting area where the young friends sat beside each other, seeing Oddie resting her head on Zach’s shoulder with a blanket provided by the kind nurses to cover their bodies from the cold early morning. At the sound of their worried voices and hurried steps, both lifted their heads to see their fathers rushing to them. Oddie immediately stood only to be pulled towards the warm strong chest of her father, who hummed sweet nothings on her ear trying to comfort her. Even Roy, who was still mad at his son, hugged him when the fighter started to cry in his shoulder. No matter how angry and disappointed he was at the moment, he could not leave him alone. “Come here, son. It’s ok, everything will be ok.” Roy told the younger ki
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