Kieran looked so lost and empty as he stared into space. He sat on the cold concrete floor opposite the emergency room door of the hideout, where he rushed Lesley.
He lost count of the minutes as he waited for news from Iston. He felt like his brain is going to explode from too much thinking and worrying.
'How is Lesley? Is she going to be all right?' He asked himself again and again.
His fingernails dug into his palm as he clenched his fists.
Lesley has to live, or else he will lose his mind.
He sprang up when the door finally opened, and Iston stepped out. He stood in front of the doctor faster than the blink of an eye.
"How is she?" he asked.
Iston took a deep breath before answering.
"She miraculously survived."
It was as if a very heavy object was lifted from his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall.
"Fuck..."
