"Captain George, you’re far too formal for my liking. Rise, rise. We're not on a battlefield, and I’m no king to be bowed to." He said as he pointed toward a chair that was nearby. "Sit. Let’s talk like men."
I followed him. But as Ethan turned to guide me toward the chair, he stopped suddenly. His body wavered, and his knees buckled slightly. I noticed he was about to fall and went to catch him just before he could fall.
"Sir! Are you alright?" I asked.
Ethan waved his hand. “It’s nothing,” he said as he leaned against me to keep his balance.
“Everyone has their time, Ryder, mine is nearing. This old shell of a body has carried me through wars and bloodshed. But even I can’t cheat death forever.”
" Actually, that's why I came here. I’ve heard about your illness, and I’m here to help
