Critical Condition

"Niall is perfectly fine." Maxwell assured him. Lucas felt as though a thorn had been pulled out of his chest. He was so relieved he wanted to cry.

"Where is he?" He asked. Knowing Niall is fine wasn't enough. He wanted to see the child and see to himself if he was really alright.

"Follow me," His friend said, ushering him to a room next to the emergency room. When Maxwell opened the door, he found Niall lying on the bed. Sleeping. 

With lightning speed, Lucas was already on the bed, checking the child for any injury, even though Maxwell had assured him the boy was fine. After a moment of inspection, he found nothing, not even a wound. He checked Niall's arms, then carefully, he pulled the pajamas covering his legs to see if he was hurt there, but still he found nothing, not even a tiniest scratch. Relieved, the thundering in his chest eased.