"Alright."

The door's soft sound signaled her entrance. At the approach of footsteps, Tyrone, without opening his eyes, muttered, “I've told you, I won't eat. Don't push it."

He didn't fall asleep.

Approaching the bedside, Sabrina looked down at the frail figure of Tyrone. An unexpected pang of emotion caught her off guard, causing her to catch her breath.

In just a few days apart, he appeared to have lost quite a bit of weight. His once vibrant eyes now looked hollow, and a ghostly pale marred his face.