When There Is Nothing Left But Love

John eventually gave in to my pleas and promised to stop getting into fights with Nick.

Lydia was holding her child tightly as she stood by the window and stared worriedly into the ICU. She was so depressed that she didn’t even notice us coming.

Seeing how terrible she was feeling, I decided not to call out to her and simply stood quietly by her side.

Nick was dressed in an isolation gown as he sat beside Jackson’s bed. I could tell that he was saying something to him as I saw his lips moving, but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. Nick had a gloomy look on his face, but Jackson showed no response whatsoever.

“He’ll wake up.” Lydia’s voice came from beside me all of a sudden.

I turned towards her and saw that her gaze was focused on Nick as she continued, “Jackson never told you why he wanted to leave the country so suddenly, did he?”

look at me for me to know that question

blamed for everything his brother did wrong. This child belongs

talks about it. Every evening, I’d see him smoking a cigarette all by himself beneath the street lamp outside… I suppose we all yearn for the love of our family… He was planning on having the three of us visit you when we returned to the country, but something in him seemed to snap when he got

sound of the door opening, followed by Nick

and nurses desperately try to rescue someone produced a feeling

to normal. The doctors said his condition had stabilized, but there was no telling when he would wake up. It could take a few days

our way home, and the

living room. Summer had always liked Louis for how friendly and gentle he was and threw herself at him the moment she

Summer calls the both of us ‘grandpa’, does that make us equals?” Louis

age as us, so

with you?” I tried to change the topic