Even in its calm, Kylan could detect the subtle exhaustion and bitterness lacing each word.

He glanced at his phone. It was eleven in the evening.

It was evident that a restful night was out of the question for Tyrone.

The following morning, Kylan returned to the ward.

He was greeted by a thick fog of smoke and a room turned upside-down.

Tyrone was in the same position as the day prior, the evidence of a restless night scattered around him-overturned furniture, a carpet of cigarette butts, a heavy coat of ash on the floor.

Tyrone lounged in the armchair, crossing his legs and resting his arms on the armrest. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, and dark circles marred the skin under his eyes.

Tyrone appeared to be in the exact same position as when he left yesterday.

A thick layer of cigarette ash covered the floor before him.

Countless cigarette butts littered the floor.

With a sigh, Kylan opened a window to let in fresh air.

After a brief moment of silence, he slowly approached Tyrone and asked, "Mr. Blakely, would you like me to arrange a different ward for you?

I'1l have someone tidy up this one."

After what felt Like an eternity, Tyrone closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, “Alright.”

Noticing that Tyrone no longer mentioned leaving the hospital, Kylan felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He feared that if Tyrone insisted on leaving the hospital, it might be too much for him to handle.

Kylan felt empathy towards Tyrone.

He had reviewed the surveillance video while assisting Tyrone with the car accident.

If it wasn't for Sabrina, Tyrone wouldn't have suffered such severe injuries. But now, he was faced with this revelation.

How bizarre!