John spent entire days at the castle but his father's condition grew worse every day.
John now knew the day of his death would come, he just hoped it would be later than he expected. He wasn't a guy who believed in God or religion and he barely prayed. But those days he started to pray, Sebastian asked him to join in prayer, since that day he prayed every evening.
It didn't help the situation but at least deeply inside, John knew he tried his best to do everything in his power and save his father.
"I will bite him," John said he couldn't look at his father and see the light fade away a little bit more day after day.
Sebastian's eyes lit up, a glimpse of hope in his smile as he went to hug John.
"There aren't many chances, there is probably a very low percentage of success," John said, his voice wasn't on the edge of breaking and his fists were so clenched to hold back the tears.
