The Following DayAlicia Whittaker passed away the next morning, which jumpstarted Bryan's descent into a pit of despair. After the doctor broke the news he became an emotional zombie, wandering the halls of the hospital mindlessly. While hospital staff prepared the forms he needed to sign, he haunted the waiting area, staring at the vending machine through glassy eyes. He wasn't hungry or thirsty, he just didn't understand what to do next. Terry arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later and found him in the same position, staring at the machine with a hollow look in his eyes.
“Bryan, I'm so sorry,” Terry offered weakly.
Bryan said nothing but continued to stare at the machine as if he expected selection A1 to change from a bag of Doritos to an elixir able to resurrect his deceased fam
