"Mr. Miles… Mr. Miles!" Miles frowned in his sleep when he felt someone shaking his shoulder gently.
"Hmm?" He got up and put on his glasses. The head butler was standing close to his bed and there was something unusual on his face.
"Sir. You need to wake up and get ready. We must leave," Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, he told him gently
"Leave?" Miles watched him in confusion, "where to?"
"To the hospital, sir," poor butler didn't want to break the news like this. Miles Sinclair was an elderly man, and he didn't know how he might react to the news.
Miles took time to stand up due to his stiff muscles, "Is Shane alright?" he asked holding the butler with a shaking hand, "where are we going?"
Butler closed his eyes and held the man by his waist, "To the hospital. Mr. Shane is admitted there… he … he is… not feeling well."
"Not feeling well?" Miles looked for his glasses that were immediately given to him by his butler.
