Despite the chaos and endless work of the night, the next day arrived without pause.
In the room where Henrik was being kept, the steady beeping of medical monitors echoed softly. An older kid—around the first bloom of his teenage years—sat on the chair beside Henrik's bed. His hair was brown, his eyes the same shade of blue as Henrik's.
The boy sat still, not moving, not looking around. His gaze remained fixed on Henrik's unconscious form until a quiet creak sounded in the room. Slowly, he lifted his eyes from Henrik to the two small heads peeking through the door.
"…"
Second and Chacha cautiously leaned in to check on Henrik, only to notice the older kid seated beside the bed. Their big, round eyes blinked in unison, curiosity clear on their faces. After a brief moment of silent contemplation, the twins decided to enter the room, stopping on the opposite side of the bed, directly across from the older boy.
