CHAPTER FOUROne week later
The sun shined through the clouds and blessed those below with its warm rays. The electric double doors of the hospital slid apart and an orderly came pushing Apocalypse out in a wheel chair. His eyelids narrowed into slits under the intense rays of the sun, and he raised his hand above his brows, looking up at the sapphire in the sky. His full lips peeled apart in a smile to reveal the golden glint of his grill. He’d been laid up inside of the hospital for a few days due to his gunshot wound, so he’d grown a five o’clock shadow over that time, and his hair beaded up into naps. None the less, he was happy to believe alive. With all the blood that he had lost, he thought that he was a goner for sure, but the Lord had other plans instore for his life and spared hi
