Valdi's gaze locked onto Valdo. his eyes breaming with unshed tears. He drew in a shaky breath, the weight of his unspoken words pressing heavily on his chest. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with vulnerability.
"I'm sick, Val," he confessed, his tone laden with sorrow. "I've been diagnosed with a brain-shrinking disease."
Valdo's brow furrowed deeply, confusion and fear flashing across his face.
"What? Who's sick? What kind of disease is that?" he demanded, his voice tinged with desperation.
Sensing Valdi's struggle to continue, Lucas stepped forward, his own expression etched with concern. "It's Valdi," he began gently. "This disease causes dementia. If it progresses, he could forget everything." He paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. "We've come here seeking a second opinion from Prof. Kareem, a neurologist at Gleneagles Hospital. I've arranged an appointment for tomorrow."