Silver Wilson
The smell of antibiotics hits me as we walk into the hospital. With the patients in wheelchairs, some wailing people, and a child with shaved-off hair, I'm suspecting cancer. The beeping of the monitors reminded me of what a great loss I had. I shrug it off as I am here for a different reason.’My bundle of joy.’
"Hello, doctor, this is Silver. Jane says to the doctor, who smiles cheerfully at me. ”You are welcome, Silver. King Adrian has warned that we take good care of you. I mean, no one will want to be in King Adrian’s bad book.” She says, letting out a light chuckle.
I really have been trying so hard to avoid Adrian, I didn’t want any form of outburst. I managed to answer the lingering questions in my heart. I made sure he didn’t follow us here, rather, I told him it
