A scoff passed Bradley's lips as he pushed the door open to enter.

Upon hearing the door, Sabrina, assuming it was Tyrone, kept her eyes closed, maintaining her silence.

Bradley approached her, taking a seat on the bed's edge. “Sabrina, it's me," he said softly.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of his voice. "Bradley? Why are you here?"

“I'm here for you." His gaze drifted to the untouched breakfast. “Have you eaten? Do you need help?"