Silence, an uncomfortable heavy blanket, enveloped the hospital room, a stark contrast to the lively chaos of Eirin's dreamscape. The three of them sat in a tense stillness, the weight of everything that had happened hanging in the air. Coleen, still hugging Eirin, her body a comforting anchor, noticed the silence, a sudden, oppressive shift in the atmosphere that she was all too familiar with. She turned to Trixtan, a silent, pleading look in her eyes.
'Say something! Anything that could get rid of this awkward silence,' Coleen thought.
Trixtan, however, a boy whose social graces were as refined as a thunder strike, didn't get the memo. He broke the silence, his voice a clumsy, well-meaning cannonball.
