Whitney eased Angela onto the hospital bed with careful hands, the sheets rustling softly as she adjusted her friend's unconscious form, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She then sank into a chair beside the bed, her gaze sweeping over the group, taking in the chaos of the group.
Rex and Christian were at it again, their voices clashing in a familiar, heated bicker, words flying back and forth while Edge sat in brooding silence, his eyes fixed on Angela's pale face.
The door creaked open then, and Cypher slipped in, his expression guarded, the faint chill of the outside air clinging to his clothes.
"Where did you go?" Christian demanded, pausing mid-argument to shoot him a quizzical look.
"Oh, I went outside, hoping to check if Remillia was still there," Cypher replied casually and smiled, though his eyes flickered with something deeper.
