A tale of camaraderie

  "Congratulations are in order."

  "I never knew big sister to be so open with compliments," he peered out the hall.

  "Don't bend, I can see those butt," she chuckled, "-look all you want, not going to change the truth, we're stuck in an elite hospital. You should have seen the look on Markus's face when you arrived at the ER, you were dead, no pulse, cold to the touch, and with a massive wound in the chest. If not for Benith."

  "-let me guess," he pulled from the sterile-white corridor, "-he begged the doctors to give me a bed for recovery, said I'd heal myself over time?"

  "Not really. Four young adults barged into your room, security had nothing on the skimpily dressed one, her words were sharp, too sharp. They said they were your children, Raphael began treatment, we saw the ominous expression motioned into a smirk. Tell me," she rested her elbow on her horizontally strapped arm, "-why were they so adamant in saying you're their father?"