Morning approached at the hospital. Sunlight filtered faintly through the gaps in the curtains. Gevan stood in front of the treatment room door, looking inside through the small glass panel. Julio was still sitting beside Sheena’s bed, patiently holding her hand.

Gevan let out a quiet sigh.

“It seems like I don’t need to be here anymore,” he murmured to himself.

He stepped inside without a sound. Julio turned his head.

“Where are you going?” Julio asked.

Gevan stepped closer, but kept his distance from the bed. “I’m going home.”

Julio frowned. “Now?”

“Yes,” Gevan answered shortly. “You two need time alone.”

Julio was silent for a moment. “Gevan—”

“No...