Mark's eyes locked onto Aiden's frail form, his expression softening as an overwhelming wave of emotion washed over him. The sight of his friend lying helplessly on the hospital bed was almost too much to bear. "Aiden," he whispered, his voice cracking as he fought back tears.
Olive instinctively raised a hand to her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. "Oh no, Aiden," she whispered, her voice trembling. "How come he's like this? What exactly is wrong with him?"
Lara's face fell as she scanned the machines surrounding Aiden's bed. "He wasn't like this the last time we visited him at his house, how come he turned out like this now?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.
Mark hesitated, looking down before speaking. "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me over the phone. He just keeps asking for Lucas."
Olive's gaze drifted to the door as if willing Lucas to appear. "Lucas should be here," she murmured softly. "I really hope he comes."
