Admitted

Leonard sat beside Ashley’s hospital bed and watched her silently. She was rushed in two days ago. He couldn’t recognise her at first sight neither could he recognise Henry when he brought her in. He was a far cry from the Henry Allen he knew. Yes, he still had on the designer suits and watches and still had on his expensive Italian shoes but he was without the composure that was typical of Henry Allen. His hair was ruffled, and he had tear stains on his face indicating that he had been crying. His always impeccably clean white shirt was stained with blood. Leonard would have taken a picture of him and sent it to the tabloids when he recognised him if he had not been worried about his friend who was dying.

Even though he too had discarded his etiquette as a doctor, when he saw Ashley, instinctively he had reached for Henry and given him a hard blow, it was nothing serious but Henry was spotting a bruise. Leonard was hysterical after he had calmed down, his best friend was fighting for