Lydia rested her head on Nicks lap in the room, on the couch. Adrian sat on the chair very close to the bed, he caress her hand with worried written in capital letters on his face.
It has been hours and she was not awake or showing signs of waking up soon, he was so worried and scared. What if the worst has happened and they are just sitting and waiting for nothing.
He is going to lill Marga of a strand of her hair gets severely hurt, staring at her weak and pale body reminded him of his mother, when she was sick.
He has no plan on losing someone he cares about again, he is going to move heavens and Earth, if that is what it takes for her to be fine.
"Adrian, you should get some rest too," Nick suggested. "I'm not exhausted," he replied.
"Do you want to look worse than the sick girl?"
