Micah followed Amy and Melissa through the hospital's gleaming corridor, the air heavy with antiseptic and faint whispers. He balanced a neatly wrapped fruit basket in one arm and a small bag of nutrient drinks in the other.
Melissa glanced over her shoulder. "I can carry some…"
Micah raised an eyebrow. "Do I really look that weak to you? And besides, girls shouldn't carry anything. That's my sister's motto."
Amy chuckled softly. "It's because she has a caring brother like you."
Micah smiled in response, though his eyes dimmed with a flicker of sadness. Aria… well, maybe she would have been happier with Darcy instead…
Melissa rolled her eyes. "That's just bullying. You are such a nice guy. I bet she is older than you."
This time, Micah laughed aloud. "Sorry to break it to you. But I'm the troublemaker in the family. With how many times I pulled a prank on them, carrying some stuff would be small compensation."
