~Logan~
“This isn't how I wanted to help.” I muttered to myself, feeling hurt about what Amelia did to me. “Did she actually think I'm responsible for Desmond's attack?
She was fueled by a mixture of anger and hurt, stormed out of the hospital room in anger, leaving me standing alone in the room and I could feel my heart shattered into pieces
The door swung shut behind her, echoing the unresolved tension that lingered in the air. I was Left alone with Desmond's unconscious form, I felt a heavy sense of responsibility. I looked at the comatose man, and sighed in frustration.
I muttered softly, “I hope you wake up soon, Desmond. You deserve better than this.”
The hospital room now bore the lingering echoes of strife. I was standing amidst the quiet, contemplating the shattered relation
