Zachary remained unconscious for several days.
Every evening after finishing work, I would stop by the hospital to see him and also to tease him a little.
"If you don't wake up soon," I said, lightly tapping the back of his hand, "all your wealth and power are going to end up in your half-brothers' hands."
The next day, I poked his arm with a sigh before pretending to inspect him.
"You haven't worked out in over half a month," I grumbled. "I just felt your stomach, and your abs are already gone. Hurry up and get back on your feet."
I rested my chin on the edge of his hospital bed and let out a helpless laugh.
"I just accepted a new role," I told him softly. "I'm having trouble figuring out how to play the character. I was hoping you could help me think it through...
