Broken

The waiting room was filled with tense silence. Both Mikhael and Maxon wanted to say something, anything to break the uncomfortable atmosphere in the room, but one look on Azriel's broken face was more than enough to shut the both of them up. The air was heavy and gloomy, one might notice it the moment they walked in the room and all of that was because of a handsome, long-haired billionaire who couldn't accept the reality of the doctor's words.

It was too much for him. He could hear his whole world breaking the moment those words left Maxon's mouth. His mind refused to let it sink in and his heart did the same, because the moment it does, then he was accepting that Nesryn is already as good as dead and that is something he couldn't accept, or in other words, his whole being was against the idea of accepting it and he was in denial about everything.