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?”

me to know

they received was very different. Jackson would be blamed for everything his brother did

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

was interrupted by the sound of the door opening,

outside the ICU and watching the doctors and nurses desperately try to rescue someone produced a feeling of helplessness that

wake up, but his vital signs did return to normal. The doctors said his condition had stabilized, but there was no telling

time I picked Summer up on our way home, and the drive home was a smooth one with John escorting

residence, I saw Hunter and Louis having a conversation in the living room. Summer had always liked Louis for how friendly and gentle he was

us ‘grandpa’, does that

same age as us, so it would be more appropriate to have Summer call him ‘uncle’

she here with you?” I tried to change the topic as