As she was being shown out, she couldn't help but ask, "What's up with Mr. Dylan?"
"Nothing major, just a bit stressed and hasn't been sleeping well," came the reply.
She took a few steps, then paused, "Is it that insomnia again? I can stay overnight and leave in the morning if needed."
Aiden, standing by the car, sighed deeply and said, "Ms. Clara, take care and enjoy your holiday." It was a gentle way of saying no.
Once in the car, Clara didn't head home. Instead, she found herself at the entrance to Ryan's hospital room. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out Dylan's intentions, and it left her feeling restless.
That restlessness only grew when she saw Ryan, sitting silently. He was awake, his fever gone, yet he hadn't called her. Instead, he was quietly eating the soup Sarah was feeding him.
Clara had a million questions but felt suddenly powerless. Standing by his bed, she finally managed, "Glad you're okay."
Ryan didn't meet her eyes, just stared out the window. "Yeah."
Sarah, looking smug, continued feeding him another spoonful. "Ryan, if you want anything else, just say the word. I'll get it made for you."
Ryan's eyelashes lowered, his lips dry from just waking up a few minutes ago. Clara couldn't watch anymore, so she turned and left.
She sat on a bench outside the hospital for a long time, then remembered Eli and decided to call him. Unexpectedly, Eli's voice was weak, like he was hurt.
"Eli, what's going on?"
Eli hissed, sounding annoyed, "Just a little injury, it's nothing."
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