Mork arrived at the hospital two hours later. Vee sat beside Pete’s bed, watching him sleeping. The dripper hung above his bed and the medicine slowly poured into Pete’s system, while the monitor showed a regular heartbeat.
“How is he?” Mork asked. Only when he spoke did Vee realize his presence. He had sat beside Pete’s bed since the doctor had left the room, confirming Pete’s condition.
“He should be stable for now.” Vee’s voice echoed in the room. His tone was emotionless and his expression almost lifeless. One would say he stayed beside someone’s deathbed and not beside his friend, who should be, according to a doctor, out of danger.
“Your voice doesn’t sound like that,” Mork replied to him. Vee took a deep breath and let out a long sigh of relief, filled with worries he had carried
