Chapter 88

• With a nervous shake in his feet, Zheme sat by the hospital bed, Lexie's hand in his and his dark eyes fixated on his father.
• The room was cold and bright and the ambient was silent, so much so that if a pin dropped, the sound would be blaring to the ears.
• His father stared back at him too, eyes just as dark as Zheme's but within them was flourishing distress. Zheme could see it, his father was nervous too, deep in worry and perhaps drowning in anxiety.