[13 years ago]
"Are his limbs okay?" A concerned voice asked the doctor while the boy was half asleep.
He could hear the voice very clearly but couldn't make out who it could be.
"So far so good." Dr. Billy's distinguished high-pitched voice replied.
"That's good." The concerned voice seemed somewhat relieved. "Take good care of him. He undergoes a lot. Make sure he doesn't take it heavily."
"Says who…" Dr. Billy asked as he chuckled, seemingly sarcastically.
Samuel's eyes were closed, but his ears were open. He could hear the insincerity in Dr. Billy's voice. He just couldn't grasp whom he was being insincere towards.
"What?" The voice sternly asked, "Just because I'm the one who breaks his limbs doesn't mean I don't give a shit. He's my blood, doctor. Don't you forget that!"
