He smiled, his features softening with the warmth of the gesture. "Yesterday, when I was discharged, I saw Zinnia walking back here, so I figured you might still be here. I didn't want you all to leave without having something to eat," he explained.
A small, involuntary tug in her chest. That was all Zinnia's heart did. His thoughtfulness brought back memories of the James she used to know—the one who always knew exactly what she needed before she could even articulate it.
"That's really considerate of you," Elena said softly. "Thank you."
James smiled slightly and looked toward Ricardo's bed. "How is he?"
Elena sighed, her countenance somber as she turned toward her husband. "No change yet. He is stable says the doctor; we are only waiting for him to wake up."
James nodded, his forehead furrowing into a frown. "I'm sorry. This must be quite tough for you both. There is anything at all I could do to support you, don't hesitate to say."
