“We should go together. Remember our agreement about me not visiting her alone."

"I fear my presence might upset her."

Tyrone glanced at her, not moving.

"Fine." Sabrina sighed in resignation, slipped her shoes on, climbed out of bed and straightened her clothing.

Together, they went to the hospital.

Resting against the backrest, Sabrina peered out at the streetscape, a common distraction during her recent car rides with Tyrone.

The car was cloaked in silence.

Tyrone stole glances at her profile, holding her hand and caressing the back of it, as though fearful of upsetting her. His emotions were tangled.

They reached the hospital and headed directly for Galilea's room.

Julia was attempting to console Galilea. Two doctors stood idly by, unable to intervene.

Catching sight of Tyrone, Julia beamed, "Mr. Blakely, you're finally..."

She halted mid-sentence, her smile vanishing as she noticed Sabrina following Tyrone.

Recovering from her surprise, she urged, "Galilea is in a dire state.

She's lost considerable blood. She's refusing treatment, and won't let the doctors near..."

The doctor stepped aside, suggesting, “Perhaps you could soothe the patient now. Her bleeding needs to be controlled urgently."

"I'LL give it a shot."

Tyrone noticed Galilea huddled in the corner of the bed, her face gaunt and marked by dark circles. Her disheveled appearance was alarming, and the sight of bloodstains on her clothes and bed sheet was chilling.

Sabrina shook her head at the sight, imagining that Tyrone must be filled with remorse.

She observed a shift in Tyrone's demeanor.

Witnessing the woman he had once cherished so deeply in such a state.