In the wee hours, the Bollock Family's house was still alight.
In her bedroom, Emma Bollock sat on the bed, hugging her knees.
Jasper Bollock sat by her side, somewhat uneasy about her.
In the past two days since Lucas Griffin's accident, her emotions had collapsed, and she had not slept at all.
It had been a while since they came back from the hospital, and she had only eaten a little and still refused to sleep.
Looking into her unfocused eyes, Jasper Bollock said, "Lucas is already okay, you don't need to worry, just get some rest."
"Brother, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me," Emma Bollock replied with a faint smile, "I'm very happy that Lucas has gotten through this tough time, it's just..."
Her smile faltered, "It's a pity I can't see him."
"I'll find you a suitable cornea as soon as possible," Jasper Bollock said, "You'll regain your eyesight soon."