I could barely recognize my surroundings when I opened my eyes. I was in a white lit room, my arm was connected to a machine and I saw hundreds of stretchers around me.
I felt tired, so tired that I could close my eyes and continue sleeping, but a person next to me did not allow me to continue sleeping, even though my body was asking me to.
"It's not what you think" I said when I observed my father, sitting in a small chair, looking at me as if the world was against him.
"It's what you say after seeing me, it's been too long Wallace, there was no visit and when I found out about you, you were in this second rate hospital" My father said making me feel a lump in my throat.
My eyes became watery, I knew what was coming, I would go back to the mansion, I would have to see Jon and I could die at any moment. Now that Kyle was gone, I would be the source where Jon would vent all his contempt.
