The Bastard Was Shit At Conversations

I had a million and one questions regarding my sudden involvement in all this. But my attention was divided when I noticed the way Ferrai moved weakly.

I squatted in front of him and held his wrists, "Look kid, I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but you're in no condition to go anywhere. You need a hospital."

He frowned, "I have much bigger problems on my hands."

"You're being reckless with your health, what are you going to do if you drop dead?!" I suddenly raised my voice at him, although I didn't mean to.

Maybe it was the paternal instinct from taking care of Jas kicking in. Or the guilt from him sustaining these wounds from helping me.

Ferrari parted his lips to protest, but I beat him to it.

"No, I am not taking no for an answer. Even if you're not going to a hospital, I'll have my doctor look at it, that way I can be satisfied." I insisted, refusing to take no for an answer.