Zecher, now conscious but still weak, looked at his family with determination. "Please, I need some time alone with Hezron," he requested, his voice raspy but firm.
His parents exchanged glances, concern evident in their eyes. Zecher's grandfather, the vice president, nodded in agreement. "Alright, we'll give you two some privacy," he said, his tone authoritative yet understanding.
Zecher's mother leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Take care, sweetheart. We'll be just outside if you need anything," she whispered, her voice filled with motherly concern.
Zecher nodded gratefully, appreciating his family's support. As they filed out of the hospital room, he turned to Hezron, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—gratitude, concern, and a hint of vulnerability.
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