Brandan lowered his head and took a step back, leaning against the wall, his back cold and drenched in sweat.
He raised his hand, seeing the bloodstain left by Iris Harris on his palm. Brandan felt as if his head was splitting; he let out a muffled groan, wishing he could just faint.
He didn't want to face this reality.
It seemed like all hope was lost, that everything was over, the ending arriving before he was ready.
He didn't want it to be this way.
Not all mistakes can be fixed, he realized this fact, but realized it too late, as if everything was beyond redemption.
Brandan gently furrowed his brow, realizing it wasn't a headache he was suffering from; it was heartache.
Lady Hyde received the news and hurriedly drove to the hospital. As she reached the surgical ward, she found only Brandan standing there. Under the cold light, she saw her son's face looking exceptionally pale.
"Brandan, what happened?"
