"She is asleep now," the Doctor told Damien, "It would be good if you could find her son right away. If you didn't, then she wakes up and gets hysterical. Inject her," the doctor handed him a syringe that would be facilitated by the nurse.
He looked at her sleeping face and the doctor had sighed.
"I'll be going now," goodbye ended up saying goodbyes goodbye, but they failed to get a reply from Damien. He was just there, being by her side. He opened up a bottle of whiskey, and looked at the city lights. It has been a long day.
Although he was a bit injured, he didn't mind as he was tough. He sat on the sofa and put his feet on the table. His mind is wandering. He could take it easy since his men were looking for Jacques. He'll be safe. Or maybe not.
Maybe it would be better if he didn't
