Darian walked into the bedroom. Lisa was sitting next to Lena on the bed. It'd been two days since he called Lisa over to help him out.

Lena hadn't recovered, she was still sulking. She has refused to eat, or go to the hospital for treatments. All she did was sleep, cry, think, and intensified the fact that she wanted to leave Darian's house.

"How is she?" Darian asked Lisa whose gaze was on her best friend.

"She's sleeping for now," Lisa responded. "She refused to eat, but I will prepare oats for her when she wakes up. She likes oats," she smiled, her eyes moving to Darian. "And you,...