Nyla pressed a hand to her heart, her sobs rolling like thunder. "I once feared he would linger in that limbo forever... that I would meet my maker before he ever gazed upon the world again."
Eric's chest tightened, a dull pang twisting within.
"No, Grandma. Ernest would never abandon us so-he has proven it tonight, hasn't he?"
That night, Linda was absent, immersed in the filming of a nocturnal scene far from the Flynn Mansion's embrace.
Nyla sighed, a heavy breath laced with longing, "And of all nights for Linda to be away... how can she not be at Ernest's side when he opens his eyes?"
"There is no need to fret." Eric soothed. "I've already spoken to her agent. The moment Linda's scene wraps, she'll hasten to the hospital."
"That will have to suffice, I suppose."
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