As we landed at London Heathrow airport it was two in the morning. We finished all the formalities and by the time we came out it was two thirty in the morning. I desperately wanted to go to the hospital but I knew I won’t be allowed to enter and Charles had gone home as he had an urgency at home. I had called him before boarding the flight from Milan.
I checked my cell phone and it was working fine, as Jamie went to the wash room, I called up the hospital’s number. After giving Mike’s ward number, which Charles had sent me in Jamie’s phone, I came to know that Mike was doing better as they had fixed the problem with his spine, as the bone near it was dislocated. But now he was out of danger.
I was surprised that Charles had not briefed me about the surgery. he must have thought I
