Cecilion stood in the hallway of the hospital, his phone pressed against his ear, eyes flicking between the slowly closing door of Paige's room and the quiet nurses passing by.
His fingers trembled slightly, not from fear—but from the heaviness building in his chest like a storm swelling quietly at sea.
"Mateo?" he asked when the line connected.
"Yo. Y-You okay?" came Mateo's concerned voice on the other end. "I heard from your brother that Paige went on berserk? Is she okay now though?"
"Yeah… yeah, she is," Cecilion muttered, forcing himself to look away from the door. "I-I just need a favor. Can you and Daniela come here? Just stay with her. For a while. I just need to go home to change," he said as though he's not carrying the spare clothes Casper brought earlier.
A brief silence passed.
"Of course," Mateo said at last. "We'll head there now. Give us ten."
But ten minutes never came.
