At the hospital...
Aryan slowly regained consciousness, his eyelids fluttering open. His gaze wandered around the dimly lit room before settling on a figure seated beside him—head resting on the edge of the bed, hands gently wrapped around his.
A faint smile tugged at Aryan's lips."Marco…" he whispered, warmth in his voice.
But the smile faded slightly as the figure stirred and lifted his head—revealing not Marco's familiar face, but someone else."…Evan?"
Confused, Aryan blinked. His mind struggled to make sense of it. Why was his neighbor, of all people, at his side? Where were his father and Marco?
Sensing the movement, Evan straightened up, his expression soft."You're awake. How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay… but why are you here? Didn't you leave? I thought your flight—" Aryan trailed off, searching for answers.
"My flight got cancelled," Evan said simply.
"Oh… still, shouldn't a family member be here with me? Isn't it hospital rule? Don't Dad or Marco know I was admitted?"
