He thought about the whole situation before surrendering to sleep's embrace during the flight.

Time slipped away unnoticed until he awakened in a daze. A quick look at Isaac's face revealed that all was not well.

Isaac's eyes, usually a piercing shade of blue, now resembled smoldering embers.

Streams of crystalline sweat cascaded down his pallid cheeks, glistening Like ethereal tears.

The intensity of his suffering was palpable, casting a dark cloud over the once serene atmosphere.

Stunned and alarmed, Alick couldn't contain his concern any Longer.

“Mr. Johnston!" he exclaimed, his voice quivering with worry. "What's wrong with you?!" The distress etched on Isaac's face was unlike anything Alick had ever witnessed, igniting a flurry of anxious thoughts in his mind.

Isaac's battle with insomnia had tormented him for months, while his relentless dependence on medication had only worsened his pounding headaches.

As soon as they disembarked the plane, Alick rushed Isaac to the hospital, desperate for a solution to his suffering.

Following a thorough examination, the shocking revelation emerged. Isaac's headaches were, in fact, triggered by the very medication he had been relying on. Continuing down that path would inevitably expose him to a myriad of other adverse side effects.

In a bid to alleviate Isaac's pain and induce much-needed sleep, the doctor prescribed a powerful tranquilizer.

Isaac slipped into a deep sleep!

In a state of panic, Alick hastily dialed Willie's number, seeking guidance and support in the hospital hallway.

“He's in the ward now. The doctor said he can't rely on medication anymore and needs alternative sleep aids. But you know his stubborn nature," Alick said to Willie, the worry evident in his voice.

Left alone with his thoughts, he stood near the corridor window, contemplating his next move.

That was when he noticed a striking figure approaching. It was a woman donning a white coat, a hat, and a mask. It was Camila, who confidently declared, "I want to examine him."

Alick, feeling torn between his responsibilities and the mysterious woman's request, quickly ended his call with Willie.

He cautiously approached Camila, curious about her intentions. "Hasn't he been examined already?" he inquired.

“I'm here to assess his sleep. Please refrain from disturbing me,“ she replied with authority, leaving Alick nodding in understanding.

Utilizing her professional guise, Camila successfully gained access to the ward.

The hospital happened to be affiliated with the renowned Madeline Research Center. Although she had caught a glimpse of Isaac when he was brought in, he had been handed over to another doctor for treatment. Determined to be involved in his care, she sought an opportunity to take over his case discreetly.

There was no truth in her stated purpose of sleep testing.

As the administered dosage of tranquilizer was just enough to ensure a sound sleep for a whole day and night, Camila had concocted an excuse to enter the ward solely to catch a glimpse of Isaac.

With gentle tenderness, she sat by his bedside. It had been seven months since. Time had flown by so fast.

Her eyes were brimming with tears as her curly eyelashes quivered with emotion.