"He is getting better, don't get yourself sick!" He cautioned him as he picked him up and brought him over to the bedroom placing him on the bed.
Even though the floor was carpeted it was still cold since he hadn't turned the heater on.
"I'm sorry..." He slightly apologized, Mo Si'Yehan was the only person apart from his brother that had seen his weak and pathetic self.
"It's okay, he will get better, we need to monitor him for a few more hours or a day and make sure that his veins don't develop any more clots or swelling, his surgery was delicate and we can't risk it even though he is stable now..." He gently patted his shoulders covering him up with the bed covers.
"I just wish that I could replace him, and take away all the pain..." He softly mumbled this was how much it pained him, his brother didn't deserve this, and above all this, it was their sister who made him this seriously injured.
