Life works in mysterious ways, and no one had told Xylander he would find himself in this situation—crying, no less, for Daniel to be well. That possibility had never entered his mind.
Eyes puffy and red, he paced the hospital corridors in the hot afternoon. It was getting late, and yet no reasonable results about Daniel had come. It terrified him to the bone. Draven was as silent as a graveyard, refusing to speak or add anything useful.
Xylander's eyes peered at the ward door where Daniel was being cared for, and a chill crossed his spine. This fear, hanging on his neck and twisting in his stomach, was a living thing. It made Draven tremble as he watched the door for any slight movement.
They had won, yes. After everything, they could finally have what they wished for as a family. But now, it was up to Daniel to make it out of this state. If he didn't, then everything was over.
