"You are one tough, lucky son of a bitch." A loud, bubbly voice echoed in the room. "But I am glad, Damon, that you are alive."
He recognized the voice immediately, but honestly, he was surprised to see him. With all the eventful things that happened, he never had the chance to visit him.
Now, his dear friend was the one calling on him. Nevertheless, he was glad that his friend was strong enough to travel.
"Jimmy, it is nice to see you looking great." He noticed that he seemed better than the last time he saw him.
The older man was still thin, with mostly skin and bones, but his cheeks had more colors now. Moreover, he appeared stronger.
He wanted to assume that the experimental therapy was working. But the doctors could not give him any guarantee. Nonetheless, it was buying his friend more time.
"Yeah, I think I am tougher than you." Jimmy jokingly said as his wheelchair stopped just a few feet away from his.