"You are going to be okay," the doctor smiled at Henry. He had decided to go check himself up in the hospital, because he could barely remember things anymore. The death of Hunter made matters worse, he could not think over the day. The horror on his face, the sad smile he gave him when he was dying, tore Henry apart.

Although the murderer had been put in jail, Henry thought it was still not enough, they should do something more bad to him. Maybe kill him. But he had claimed innocence, he claimed what he did was a mistake. But then, it made no sense to Henry. Would he also claim he had mistakenly come there when it was only the two of them there? What was the gun doing in his hand at that time? A mistake too.

Henry clenched his fist angry, Leila noticing this held him, a worried look on her face. She seems to be pleading that he stop whatever he was thinking.

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"Are you sure he will be okay?" Leila asked the doctor, he flipped through a book before raising his head to acknowledge what Leila had said.

"He will, he just needs someone to be by his side all the time, the person will be the one reading everything he doesn't want to to forget to him" the doctor gazed into space, as if doubting what he had said.

"I don't understand that?"

"I mean, he needs someone… The role of that person is to be beside him every moment, reading things to him. Things he doesn't want to forget" the doctor adjusted himself on the seat and turned to face Leila.

"I can be one" Leila released her hand from Henry, he seemed to be a bit calm.

"Think over it, whatever conclusion you come to, let me know" that was supposed to be dismissive, because he turned back to the book in his hand and started reading it as if his life depended on it.