Daniel was waiting on the doorstep again. But this time, he had four little boys for company. They were nice, not speaking and letting him be, but their silent support was welcome.
It all happened because of that letter.
Mister Hollow,
As you are a warrior and have destroyed your liver by yourself, we are sorry to say we cannot approve you for a transplant. We hope you live out the rest of your days comfortably.
Kind regards,
The rest was torn off. Daniel had wanted to tear the entire letter to shreds, but Ben had snatched it from him and had given it to Hadrian. The same Hadrian who was now practicing a grand speech to convince Edwin that they should go to the black market before Daniel lives out the rest of his days comfortably.
What was wrong with healers, darn it? Edwin was the only one of the bunch that took his vows to heal seriously, and he hadn't even taken them officially.