Thea was wheeled back into the operating theatre to get her wounds closed back up.

James waited in the corridor outside the theatre on a bench.

His arms were propped on his knees, and his hands covered his face.

He felt immense guilt toward Quincy.

He walked aside, took out his phone, and texted her.

[Have you left?]

Quincy had already left the hospital and was sitting in her car absent-mindedly.

Suddenly, she heard the chime of a text notification from her phone.

She picked it up and sa