He understands and it hurts because this is what he put them through.
Is this how his kids felt? Laying next to his still body waiting days for him to wake up? Replaying those last few moments, over and over again. Wondering, what ifs running through their heads.
Ron, changing his sheets and clothing as needed. Knowing he would wake up but that seed of doubt lingering in the back of his mind-
'what if he doesn't get better this time?'
Choi han and lock, running through their training drills over and over again because if they were strong enough- maybe Cale would be okay.
Cale replayed the battle in his head, over and over again.
He looks at Rosalyn's sleeping form laying in the medical bed, looking so weak and pale.. nothing like her brave, firey personality.
He looks to her left, alberu, his left side covered in bandages. He should be awake and smiling with that stupid fake smile and Jack had done the best he could and he said the crown prince would be fine but-
Cale was being illogical. They were both going to be okay.
He stayed in his seat, carefully watching the rise and fall of their chests.
Ron gently opened the door, stepping inside with refreshments. His steps were quiet and his face solem.
"Young master, your tea." He set the plate down on a nearby table, pouring out a cup.
He offers it to Cale, who takes it with no clear reaction. Cale takes a sip. It's sweet.
Ron stays with him for the rest of the afternoon.