London
Raymond walked slowly toward Stefan's bed. He just looked so sluggish in a black tuxedo with a black tie that was not so neatly attached. The man had just come home from work and went straight to his father at the hospital.
Lying limp in a quiet room there was only the sound of the heart rate monitor echoing, that was how Stefan was. Not showing any change at all, even still the same, not improving or getting worse.
Raymond sighed, sat in the chair right on the right side of his father's bed while looking at him sadly, then took his hand.
"Dad ... Help me solve all these things. James really messed things up without being able to get things back to normal because he was killed by Gustave." Raymond bent his face, swallowed his saliva, and slowly his eyes turned red from not being able to contain his sadness.
