“It's okay, honey. I'm glad to be here with you.” Louisa says, looking affectionately at Liam.

Something comes to her mind and she looks up at Fred, who is standing beside her, his hands buried in his lab coat.

Fred raises his eyebrow inquisitively and Louisa stands and walks him towards the window, away from Liam.

“Fred, I hope this won't affect the timeline of the transplant?”

“About that, we'll observe him till evening and decide,” Fred hesitates, then adds “but it's unlikely, he's stable.”

Louisa sighs and returns to her seat beside Liam, spreading her lips into a thin line. “Is there anything you would like to eat honey?”...