Mark's expression darkened with curiosity. "Yeah… just how did he get it? The Aiden I know wouldn't be reckless."
Olive's question hung in the air, unanswered. Mark's eyes narrowed, lost in thought, just like Lara.
Lara's voice was barely above a whisper. "He'll tell us when he's ready. Let's just hope he gets better soon."
"Exactly! We should be supportive, not judgmental," Olive added, her voice serious as her gaze remained fixed on the door. Lara and Mark nodded in agreement, their expressions determined as they directed their attention to the door, waiting patiently for Aiden.
The silence in the waiting area was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional footsteps of hospital staff and the murmurs of other patients.
"Hey, kids!" a voice called out. Looking up, they saw a young man with a bald head, just like Aiden. He was seated in a wheelchair. "How are you all doing?"
