After a long while, he put down his phone and walked to the window of the hospital room.
The rain outside was still falling, splattering against the window, forming streams that blurred the view.
Sylvan Cheney's shirt had already dried. He stood there, unmoving, silently gazing into the distance.
He didn't go anywhere, just stayed in the hospital room.
He had symptoms of insomnia, so he wasn't sleepy at this time, merely looking indifferently at the distant night.
The deep night sky, vast and lonely.
At one point, he went to the smoking room to smoke a few cigarettes, only returning to the hospital room when the smoke scent had completely dissipated from his body.
The heat from Jasmine Yale's body had faded, and she had returned to normal, looking no different than before. Even after giving birth, she showed no signs of weight gain, still thin to the point of being unrecognizable.
