The nurse only gave us five minutes to speak to Mike. As we walk in, we find a Doctor examining him.
“How is he?”, I ask.
“Stable”.
“That means the surgery was successful”. Astor says, his eyes sparkling with joy.
“What surgery?”, The doctor asks, turning to look at us.
“The surgery you performed on him”. Astor c***s his brow.
“No surgery was performed on him”. The Doctor says, looking at us like we’ve lost our minds.
“What do you mean?!”, Astor asks getting agitated. I place a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. It works, s little. “He had a dagger in chest! Didn’t you guys stitch him up?”.
The Doctor looks at us for a while without saying anything before his expression becomes one of understanding.
“We didn’t need to stitch him up because immediately we removed the dagger, t
