In a rush, Duke darted to the drawer in his study room where the spare keys were kept. He quickly retrieved Kisha's room key and dashed back to her door with urgency like a sprinter in a marathon, his heart pounding with concern.
As he returned, the sound of Kisha's faint sobbing lingered in the air. Without hesitation, Duke unlocked the door and made his way to her bedside. There, he embraced her with such intensity, as if he wished to merge her into his own being, to shoulder her suffering as his own, all in an effort to alleviate her distress and bring her solace.
Feeling pained to see her in such distress, Duke hugged her tightly, wishing he could bear her pain himself. They sank onto the bed together, him cradling her in his arms, gently patting her back in a rhythmic motion, offering what comfort he could.
