Getting checked out

Currently both of his sister were in college now. Hence, they couldn't be here to see him even though both his sister were ferternal twins.

There appearses were very different when it came to there skin tone. Jennifer inheriting hers from their father with her snow white skin and hazel in eyes from their mother.

Ashley on the other hand had a light brown skin tone that was similar to his and Duke with light emerald eyes that are similar to her father's eyes.

Besides their skin colors being different from each other everything else about them was similar. They both had similar facial features and jet black long curly hair that passed their shoulders. And just like their mother they were both breath taking beauties. The only difference between the two was there personality .

Jennifer is a strong head and fierce, teenager who is serious about her studies and speaks her mind to anyone.

The same can be said about Ashley who also takes her education seriously but has a shy personality. She also does have a great talent for singing alike her sister whose more into sports than music.

Judging from his memories his parents had them when they were around 16 to the dismay of their families who didn't approve of their relationship.

As they were kicked out of their homes after they decided to have them leaving, the two of them the bear minimum of living expenses.

His father came from a well-off family who had strong influence in finances and took great care of their family image. His family still gave a small part of his inheritance after he choose stay with his mother.

However, they required him to change his family name and to move far away. In the end his younger brother took over as the family heir.

However, Alex has met father's younger brother as he still kept contact with them and would even come to visit them in secret. He had even brought gifts for him and his family and had helped his dad to set up a accounting firm in the city.

Still with the limited helped he could do for his brother's family had made Alex respect him as a uncle. Thinking about it Alex realized that his family were filledwith academically inclined individuals.

Making him the only odd ball in his family. Even his mother from a poor background was a top student at her school.

" Alright that's enough of that," said Oliver as he looked at Duke who kept reprimanding his Alex.

"I've spoken with the doctor and he said that we could take him home if we want to, so I've checked you out of hospital."

"We'll take you back home by tomorrow so get some rest and recover slowly."

Said Oliver in a soft voice a clear sign of relief in his eyes. That his son had finally woken up from his coma. After nearly dying from receiving eight gun shots wounds one of them nearly missing his heart.

He would have bleed out if Duke and his friend hadn't found him in time. Everyone had been in a panic at that time, worse yet he was in a three month coma unsure if he would ever wake up. Oliver and everyone else hadn't been sleeping properly all to well during this period.

And just like that it was time for Alex to go back home and start his new life with the knowledge had suddenly again. To achieve new goals and dreams that he began to have.

Both of his sisters were in college now, which was why they couldn't be there to see him. Even though Jennifer and Ashley were fraternal twins, their appearances were quite different, especially in terms of skin tone. Jennifer inherited their father's pale, snow-white skin and their mother's hazel eyes.

Ashley, on the other hand, had a light brown complexion, similar to Alex and Duke, with light emerald eyes like their father. Despite their differing skin tones, the twins shared many physical similarities. They both had the same facial features, and their long, curly jet-black hair cascaded past their shoulders. Like their mother, they were both breathtakingly beautiful. The only major difference between the two was their personalities.

Jennifer was strong-willed and fierce. She was serious about her studies and wasn't afraid to speak her mind to anyone. Ashley, while also committed to her education, was much shyer in comparison. She had a natural talent for singing, unlike Jennifer, who was more interested in sports than music.

According to Alex's memories, his parents had the twins when they were around 16, much to the dismay of their families, who didn't approve of the relationship. As a result, they were both kicked out of their homes, left to survive on the bare minimum.

Alex's father came from a well-off family with strong financial influence and a deep concern for their image. Despite disowning him, they allowed him to keep a small part of his inheritance after he chose to stay with Alex's mother. However, they required him to change his last name and move far away. In the end, his younger brother took over as the family heir.

Alex had met his father's younger brother, who secretly kept in contact with them. He would even visit from time to time, bringing gifts for Alex and his siblings and helping his father set up an accounting firm in the city. Despite the limited assistance his uncle could offer due to family restrictions, Alex respected him deeply.

Thinking about it now, Alex realized his family was filled with academically inclined individuals. His parents, despite their difficult circumstances, had excelled in their studies. Even his mother, who came from a poor background, was a top student at her school. This made Alex feel like the odd one out in his family, considering his different interests and struggles with academics.

"Alright, that's enough," Oliver said, cutting Duke off as he continued to reprimand Alex.

"I've spoken with the doctor," Oliver continued, "and he said we can take you home tomorrow. So, I've already checked you out of the hospital."

He smiled, a sense of relief evident in his voice. "Get some rest tonight, and we'll head home tomorrow so you can recover slowly."

Oliver's eyes reflected his relief that Alex had finally woken up from his coma. Alex had almost died from eight gunshot wounds, one of which had nearly pierced his heart. If Duke and his friend hadn't found him in time, he would have bled out. The whole family had been in a panic, and Alex spent three months in a coma, with no certainty he would ever wake up. During that time, Oliver and the rest of the family had hardly slept.

And just like that, it was time for Alex to go back home and start his new life, equipped with the newfound knowledge he had gained. He now had new goals and dreams to pursue.

As Alex lay in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. Relief, gratitude, and even confusion tangled together, making it hard for him to pinpoint exactly how he felt about the coming days.

He was grateful, first and foremost, to be alive. The memory of those eight gunshots—one almost striking his heart—lingered in his mind like a shadow, a grim reminder of how close he had come to never waking up again. Duke and his friend's quick actions had saved his life, and for that, Alex would forever be indebted to them. But beneath the gratitude, a deeper unease stirred.

What kind of life was waiting for him now? The near-death experience had changed something inside him, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was yet. He felt different, as if the old version of himself had been left behind somewhere in that coma, and the Alex who had woken up wasn't quite the same.

His family was clearly overjoyed by his recovery. His father, normally a pillar of strength, had shown more emotion than Alex had ever seen before. His mother, though holding herself together for the sake of everyone else, was visibly relieved. Duke, despite his teasing, had been checking on him constantly since the moment Alex opened his eyes. He hadn't even seen his sisters yet, but he knew they would be eager to hear from him, probably still worrying from afar.

But amidst all of their relief, Alex couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Would he go back to being the same person? Was that even possible after everything that had happened?

The idea of returning home should have been comforting, but instead, it felt daunting. He wasn't just coming back from a hospital stay—he was coming back from the brink of death. And with that came expectations: expectations to recover, to get better, to be the same Alex his family had always known. But deep down, Alex wondered if he could even meet those expectations. What if he had changed too much? What if he no longer wanted the same things?

The knowledge he had gained in the last few hours, since waking up, weighed heavily on him. He still didn't know how exactly the sudden clarity of his thoughts and new found memories had come, but he knew one thing: he couldn't go back to living the way he had before.

New goals had begun to form in his mind, dreams that seemed sharper, more urgent than they had ever been. It was as if surviving those gunshots had ignited a fire in him—a desire to do more, be more, than he had been before.

But with those dreams came the fear of the unknown. What if he wasn't ready for this new life? What if the world outside had moved on while he was trapped in that coma?

His heart ached as he thought about it, but he knew one thing for sure: he had been given a second chance, and no matter how uncertain or afraid he felt, he wasn't going to waste it. Whether he was ready or not, the next chapter of his life was starting now.

The days ahead might be difficult—physically, emotionally—but Alex promised himself he wouldn't back down. He would face whatever came his way. After all, he had already beaten death. Everything else should be easier in comparison.