The door creaked and he held his breath as he waited for the person to enter. Since he couldn't stand or sit on the bed he just waited for the person to stand next to him. He could sense that it was his mother since his senses were high and he knew her very well. A smile crept across his face as he turned to have a glimpse of her. She stretched out her hand and placed it on his bed before she sat at the edge of the bed.
"How are you my son", that was the first thing she spoke to him. She had no idea of how he was doing that was the main reason why she asked him that.
"I am doing well just feeling alot of pain cause of the wound", he mentioned. He couldn't hide the fact that he was feeling extremely painful and he was just enduring the pain. He was glad that he didn't die even though he
