Exhaustion pulled at Aiken's features. Seeing how weighed down he was by everything, Bonnie knew he needed space. She packed up her drawing board and backpack, murmured her goodbyes, and slipped out of the room.
The hospital room down the hall was empty now, but standing in the doorway, she could almost still hear the echoing sobs.
Bonnie let out a quiet sigh. She could guess exactly what was running through Aiken's head. It was basic human nature to empathize with someone walking through a tragedy you'd already survived. Facing the fragile line between life and death was enough to shake anyone to their core.
Shaking off the heavy thoughts, she headed toward the elevators.
There was a patient transfer blocking the elevator bay, and since she wasn't too many floors up, she decided to take the stairs. But before she even made it halfway down the first flight, she heard voices.
It was Aiken's mother and sister.
She paused on the steps, taking a few quiet steps backward to wait for them to pass before making her exit.
She didn't expect them to stop on the landing to chat.
And she definitely didn't expect to be the topic of conversation.

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