*Lexie’s POV*
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I pace the sterile halls of the hospital, the anxiety twisting knots in my stomach. My mother's condition weighs heavily on me, and I'm desperate for any shred of good news.
A familiar voice calls my name, and I look up to see Noland and Natasha making their way towards me. Relief washes over me at the sight of them, but it's short-lived as I remember why they're here.
"Lexie," Noland says gently, his deep blue eyes filled with concern. I've always found comfort in his gaze, despite the forbidden nature of our attraction. But today, those eyes only serve to remind me he is here.
"Noland? Natasha? What are you both doing here?" I manage to say, my voice wavering slightly. Natasha pulls me into a tight embrace, her statuesque form towering over me, offering the support I desperately need.
"Of course we would be here, Lex. We're both worried," she says, her voice both genuine and comforting.