Slam—Jack rushed down a hospital hallway, the walls filled with abstract art that he didn't even bother to look at because of the urgent thing at hand.
He pushed open the double doors and entered a private room, where his heart jumped after seeing a young man sitting on the bed, whose face was pale and his left arm clad in a cast.
"Jesse!" He looked at his son with a tinge of pain in his eyes.
"Master." Sebastian stood up from the chair and bowed to welcome him.
After breaking his arm, Jesse rushed to find Sebastian, who eventually took him to the hospital immediately.
"Father." Jesse sighed and looked out of the window at the towering skyscrapers that almost touched the sky.
The city lights twinkled like stars, but Jesse's mind was still occupied with thoughts of his incident.
