After turning on his phone, a deluge of notifications cascaded onto the screen.
Wayne's breathing was rapid. The air conditioning in the hospital room was cranked up high, but beads of sweat still dotted his forehead.
The minute after he turned on his phone felt excruciatingly long, stretched to the brink of his patience. Wayne could hear his heartbeat thundering.
The other Wayne across the room caught sight of him and let out a laugh—a sharp, grating sound that filled his ears.
Once the cacophony of alerts subsided, Wayne's gaze locked onto the WhatsApp interface.
He had pinned three contacts to the top of his chat list. The first was his wife Rosalynn, followed by Ivy and Cory.d2
At this moment, all three showed a daunting number of unread messages.
Cory's chat had the least—just three messages.
Rosalynn and Ivy's, however, were both at that unnerving 99+.
Wayne felt a sting in his eyes.
"What do you think this will change?" A mocking voice broke the silence. The other Wayne paced in front of the bed, hands clasped behind his back. "After reading these, all you'll have is a heavier conscience when you inevitably fall back into old habits... nothing more."
Wayne glanced at him before reaching for the Bluetooth headphones on the bedside table.
He slipped them on, activating noise cancellation.
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