Alex sat down across her on the sick bed, with his right hand holding her left one's so lightly, so as to not stop the flow of the IV that was connected to her hand.
He said nothing for a few minutes, he was speechless. All he did was to watch the slow rising and falling of her chest, to see that she was progressing day by day.
He's glad, if anything. He could see for himself that she's been gaining weight in all the right places, unlike how unhealthy she was looking since after she had run away from home, with the idiot that was now dead.
Nothing gave him much joy than to see Jason bury his son, like the criminal he was who had absconded with his daughter.
They knew better than to mess with him, and his family. Although, he knew that he was partially at fault for her running away that night with Jason's son, Adrik.
