Daniel waited outside the waiting room, his heart heavy with empathy. He had seen the white-haired female teenager, Emily, hunched over her phone, her head buried in her hands as she tried to contain her sobs. The scene was eerily familiar, reminding him of when his mother passed away and he locked himself in his room, crying for hours on end.
He pressed the door button, the door to the waiting room slid open with a low hum, revealing Emily's fragile form. She seemed oblivious to his presence, lost in her grief. Daniel felt a pang of sadness, knowing that she was struggling to cope with the situation.
"Emily is brave holding all that tears away just to console her sister and now that she's alone who's going to console her?"
He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her. As he drew nearer, he could hear her soft sobs and see the tears streaming down her face. He felt a strong urge to comfort her, to take away her pain and offer her some solace.
