Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Alex and Damien sat in the waiting area, their gazes remaining fixed on the door to Fred's ward. Neither of them seemed willing to look away for too long, as though doing so might somehow make them miss something important.
"What do you think is wrong with him?" Damien asked after what felt like forever, his gaze still fixed on the door, worry etched deeply across his face. "Who the fuck do you think made him fall?"
"Why are you asking me that when you're a doctor yourself?" Alex asked as he let out a scoff, folding his hands over his chest.
