<span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-family: Jambetica;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: justify;">01:20 PM<br/>Alchemilla General Hospital <br/>Silent Hill<br/><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">The young man completed his form and took a deep breath of air . He rubbed his eyes and sighed once more, feeling tired, sleepy, anxious and stressed all at once. The whole experience has taken its toll on his mental state and Logan just sat there, paper sheets on his lap and the pen loosely held between his fingers. While the day was still young and while he could drive back home before the fall of nighttime, he weighted all available options and thought that it was best to just plow his current state into a hotel bed and sleep for the rest of the day then leave by the morrow. It was the only good idea he could think of now and to hell with his belongings back at the lake. Who wouldn't prefer physical exhaustion over mental enervation any day?<br/><br/>It was when that final decision crossed his mind that the man was distracted by the shedding of tears. There were many reasons to why people would be found crying in hospital corridors, examination rooms or even in the waiting room. Reasons were many to count. He got up from his seat, slung his cardigan around his neck and walked up to the reception desk, handing the receptionist nurse his form along with the pen he borrowed from her, and without a word he turned away to leave, hands jammed into the back pockets of his pants. <br/><br/>For those familiar with Edmund Burke's principle works, his letters and speeches, they also know that this great man once said that nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little. <br/><br/>Logan stopped, shaking his head slightly. He blinked quickly and averted his gaze from the floor to the other. He knew what he could do in a situation where a human being was feeling distressed in a hospital waiting room, and feeling lonely, yet he didn't want to crowd the stranger's space and one who may have desired to just be alone with himself and his tears. Logan certainly would have wanted to be alone if he was in the other's shoes, but at the same time the sight of the stranger was heart-wrenching. Tragedy was never a pleasurable sight to behold, or at least not for him and no one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.</td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">Giving it a second thought and a second look, he noticed that it was the same man who caught his attention not too long ago when he was still feeling irritated from his interaction with the nurse. So he stepped slowly towards him, soft footsteps falling behind him as he lead his way back to the seat rows and where the man with the curly hair was sitting, crying to himself. Sadness was always there in each individual if you look deep, living with heaviness in their chests day in and day out but not all of them were strong enough to release the unrest of their unhappiness. To most, it was a sign of strength to walk around with eyes barren like a desert but oh, if only they knew how wrong they were, for even the strongest men cry.<br/><br/>Logan held his injured arm against his midsection and sat one seat away from the stranger. Seemingly thoughtful, eyes fell to his own feet for a moment, thinking about what to do or say next. For the longest time, he remained silent. <br/><br/>Compassion was without a doubt the impetus for generating change, so what is the worst that can happen anyway? It is common though that people would refuse to take notice of the amiable consideration oft-expressed willingly by the others as to not show vulnerability, or for reasons of their own. Sometimes you know, it is just bad timing.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Hey."</span> He inhaled. He shifted his gaze to the male. <span style="font-weight: bold">"You okay man?"</span> His fatigued eyes held a glint of concern for the other. At first, his orbs were drawn to the curly locks of hair dangling from his head, and then to the striking resemblance to a comedian he has come across on social media, only recently. He was not too certain though as the face of the weeping man was still hidden behind thin fingers at the time of the intervention.</td></tr></table></div>
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