Certainly, here's a more concise version: You broke a bone in your left middle finger and went to the hospital. Later, with a splint on, you encountered Daryl, your high school rival, whose mother was critically ill. Despite his initial resistance, you offered comfort. When the doctor announced his mother's passing, Daryl's denial turned to anguish. He wept, and you embraced him, offering solace. He whispered, "She had already left me before, but this time it's final," his voice trembling.