Sabrina assumed Tyrone must be feeling shattered.

Tyrone approached, causing Galilea to quiver. She shouted defensively,

"Don't come over

He paused before sitting down, stating softly, "Galilea, it's me."

Recognizing his voice, she trembled violently, looking up at Tyrone with disbelief in her eyes. Her voice was raspy from crying. "Tyrone, is it truly you?"

"Yes, it is."

"Did you come to see me?" Hesitantly, she reached out to touch Tyrone's face, but he flinched, avoiding her touch.

A flicker of anger crossed Galilea's face before disappearing. Then she broke down, sobbing. “Tyrone, you finally came to see me!"

Sporting a distressed look, Galilea cast herself into Tyrone's embrace, clutching his clothes tightly, and wept, "Tyrone, I was afraid you wouldn't come for me! What took you so long?"

Tyrone hesitated momentarily before gently placing his hand on her back, soothing her. "Fear not. Everything will be alright."

Tears streamed down Galilea's face as she wept in his hold.

The two were a remarkable sight, hugging each other and shedding tears.

It was a deeply moving sight.

A short distance away, Sabrina stood motionless, staring at them without emotion.

Did she feel upset? Not quite.

She had anticipated this prior to her hospital visit.

She had expected to feel sorrow and anger.

Yet, she felt strangely calm now.

"You're still bleeding. Let the doctor attend to you."

Tyrone grasped Galilea's bleeding wrist and motioned for the doctor to approach.