63. HOPE

Darian glimpsed Talia where she was leaning against the wall of the hallway with her phone pressed to her ear, she swiftly talked and ended the call afterward. She rubbed her aching head and placed her hand on her jaw, the look on her face wasn't bright, he shook his head, knowing that she was still brooding over Gaius' condition.

He walked up to her, "Talia," he called in a low voice.

"Oh Darian, you are here." She sighed.

"Yes, how is he? Is there any improvement yet? It's been five days." He said.

"Yes, it's been five days and he's stuck in that bed, his eyes are still closed and he can't even talk to me." She let out sniffles. "I am hopeless, Darian. I don't want to lose my husband."

"You won't lose him," he pulled her into an embrace. As he wrapped Talia in his shoulders, he contemplated asking her about the glass cup that was always kept in her office. It'd been two days since Amy told him about it and he was yet to ask because he didn't want to hurt her, but then he didn't wan