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The stench of a hospital was consuming Marc's insides like a deadly parasite. The silence from the room was agonizing as he watched doctors, nurses and family members enter and leave the waiting room. Layla was just two seats away from him for two reasons; one, she didn't get along with him and two, she wanted to give him his space since he looked like a complete mess.

One of the doctors called Layla's last name and she got up instantly, her voice lowering down in order to not startle Marc in his seat anymore. She could see how he gripped the sides of his seat tightly and how he began to read his phone in order to distract himself.

Marc didn't lift his head from staring at his phone until he saw a shadow looming over him, Layla's dark curls being the first thing he noticed.

"She's awake," Layla revealed. "You can go into her room if you like."

Marc snapped his head up at the request. "Are you sure? Shouldn't you go in first? You knew her — "

"You need it more than me," Layla told him in a serious tone, nothing familiar to the tone she was used to do whenever he was around.

Marc was hesitant, and that was obvious for everybody, but he took the slowest and quietest steps towards the room she was supposed to be in. When he finally found it and opened the door, the sight in front of his eyes made his blood run cold.

(Y/N) was laying in a hospital bed, the IV tube connected to her left hand that was lifted to weakly wave at him to come inside. She looked much more pale, much more fragile, and Marc blamed himself because he was part of the reason she didn't get any better.

"Hey," (Y/N)'s hoarse voice greeted him.

Marc cleared his throat to stop his guilty staring. "Hey," he made his way over. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a bus," (Y/N) tried to lighten the mood, thinking Marc was too far away from his usual self. The look that Marc gave her instead was nothing like the one she expected, so she sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm feeling better now, mom. Drop the overprotective act."

Marc shook his head. "I just want to make sure you feel better."

"Oh, yeah?" (Y/N) tilted her head despite the soreness it brought her. "And why is that?"

Marc didn't respond to her question. He stayed in silence while he heard (Y/N) sigh through her nose in disappointment and shifted her head back to its original position.