"Brother Henry, think about it again, goodbye." Spoken with a rare courtesy, Justin Battleson took leave.
Henry Thompson watched the retreating figure of Justin disappear down the corridor, standing alone by the window, elegant and aloof.
Pondering Justin's words, a chilly determination shone from Henry's chiseled face as he stared out the floor-to-ceiling window.
In the dusk, slanted rays of sunshine covered the window, casting a shine over the pale hospital corridor, but bringing no warmth.
"Big brother."
Charlotte Thompson called out softly, standing quietly behind Henry in a white dress, a look of relief adding to her natural beauty.
"What's up?"
Hearing her voice, Henry's thoughts gradually returned. His eyes gently closed, the sunlight falling on his eyelashes, adding a touch of warmth to his otherwise indifferent face.
Charlotte sighed, her eyes reddening slightly.
The days spent caring for Henry Hudson had left her physically and mentally exhausted.
