There was silence on the other end for a moment before Owen Moreland's voice came through, slightly weary, "Attend class well."
At noon, after class, Amelia Clarke went directly to the hospital with Mia Moreland.
When they arrived, Owen Moreland was the only one sitting on the resting chair outside the Critical Care Unit, with his elbows propped on his knees and forehead resting on his intertwined hands, emanating an almost imperceptible sense of grief.
He was still wearing the same clothes he had on when he dined with Amelia Clarke the night before.
Amelia Clarke walked over to him and sat beside him, reaching out to touch the man's shoulder, "Owen."
Upon hearing her voice, Owen Moreland looked up, his eyes were bloodshot, and while they were calm and deep, a trace of worry could faintly be seen. Amelia Clarke felt a pang in her heart; looking at him like this, it was clear he had not slept all night.
Amelia Clarke took his hand, "Grandma will be okay."