Mark swallowed hard, his eyes filled with emotion as he met Aiden's gaze. Slowly, he stretched out his pinky finger, locking it with Aiden's in a solemn vow.
"I promise," he whispered, his voice tight with emotion.
The group huddled together around Aiden, still trying to suppress the shock that pulsed through them. Their faces were tense, each of them battling to keep their tears in check.
"He can't go on with school activities, right?" Olive asked, her voice trembling as she directed her worried gaze toward the doctor.
Dr. Thompson shook his head gently. "He can go, but I really wouldn't advise it. School can be stressful, and Aiden's body might not handle that stress well during treatment. Instead, he can be homeschooled."
"I'm sorry," he added, softening his tone. "I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Dr. Thompson, and I'll be overseeing Aiden's treatment."
