After a few moments, Ryan exhaled softly, his own tension slipping away. "You're okay," he said quietly, his voice steady and calm. He gave Aron's wrist a light squeeze before releasing it, a subtle gesture of reassurance.
Aron gave a weak smile, still catching his breath but visibly calmer. "Thanks, Ryan," he muttered, his voice hoarse but grateful.
Ryan stood up slowly, his expression softening as he looked down at Aron. "Just take it easy for a while. The reaction's under control now, but rest for the next few hours." He added with a touch of warmth, "take a rest".
Ray, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up. His voice cut through the air, carrying the concern that had been simmering. "What happened to Aron?" he asked, his brows knitted in confusion. His question seemed to echo the thoughts of everyone in the room.
