Maximus
“As I said…he has mere months left,” the doctor murmured, glancing at weak-looking Drago sprawled out on the bed. Machines beeped around him, an IV attached to his vein, pouring some piss colored medicine into his veins.
“It’s not looking good…” he finished, shaking his head. I exhaled deeply and nodded.
“Thank you for caring for him so diligently,” I said. What else was I supposed to say anyway?
“Let him rest then,” the doctor muttered. “And make sure that he isn’t too exhilarated or stressed.”
“Sure, I will,” I nodded.
The doctor gave me a nod and walked out, followed by his assistant. I glanced at the nurses taking care of Drago, and they took the cue and walked out too, leaving me alone with Drago, his nephew Massimo, whom I hated and who hated me because Drago chos
