And behold… Charles Donald, lying on the hospital bed, dead-ass laughing at a joke Mr. Wales had just cracked.
"What… what is going on?" Augustine stuttered as he questioned no one in particular.
The sight before him made Augustine question whether his mind was playing tricks on him, by creating an illusion of Charles.
Noticing Augustine presence, both Charles and Mr. Wales turned to face him, their brows arching in confusion.
"Hey! Why are you crying?" Charles questioned because he noticed that the cheek of Augustine was filled with tears.
Augustine's breath hitched as he took slow, hesitant steps toward Charles, his heart pounding with each movement.
His fingers trembled as he reached out, desperate to confirm that Charles was real.
But just as Augustine hand hovered inches away from Charles's skin, doubt gripped him.