Reassuringly, Camila replied, “It doesn't matter."

Twenty-four hours later, Camila returned to the hospital to check on Isaac.

Alick was fast asleep on the nearby sofa, but the sound of the door opening roused him from his slumber.

“Hello, Jane," Alick greeted Camila, his eyes still bleary with sleep. Nodding in acknowledgment, Camila inquired, “Has he woken up yet?" Alick shook his head. "Not yet."

She bent down to examine Isaac's eyes, her gaze flickering with concern.