"Mom, did he say anything to you?" Layla's heart raced.
Avery shook her head. "He is conscious, though. I asked him a few questions and he nodded back."
Tears filled Layla's eyes at her words. She wiped them away and asked, "Mom, can I stay in the room to take care of him?"
"He is staying in the VIP ward right now and there are nurses taking care of him at all times. You don't need to be here." Avery grabbed her hands. "I know you want to stay with him, but he is weak and will be asleep most of the time. Maybe you can stay with him once he gets better, okay?"
Layla nodded and regained her composure. "Okay."
Shortly after, they arrived at the room and the nurse inside immediately gave them some privacy.
Eric opened his eyes when he heard footsteps.
Avery had informed him that his parents were waiting outside and were dying to see him. When she asked if he wanted to see them, he nodded.
As soon as he opened his eyes, all the memories came flashing back to him.
He had thought that he had died and was only dreaming; it was not until Avery told him that he had a heart transplant that he realized he was not dead.
Eric was naturally overjoyed to have narrowly escaped death, but he was too weak to move, even if it was to smile.
His parents were the two people he wanted to see most, because he knew that they must have been devastated.
"... I'm sorry," Eric said hoarsely and everyone turned their attention to him.
"Don't apologize, son. Your dad is right. We didn't blame you and we aren't about to start blaming you now. Just rest and get discharged soon. It's still cold out there, so it's better if you can come back to Aryadelle," Mrs. Santos said endearingly.
Eric nodded slowly.
After speaking to Eric, Mr. and Mrs. Santos glanced at Layla, who had not spoken to Eric yet.
They understood that Layla would want to speak with Eric alone.
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