Chapter fifty-nine

Ethan’s POV

"How is he?" I asked the Doctor as soon as he stepped out of the room. Mr Clearwater has been my childhood doctor since I could remember and it's only good that I use him for Roy.

"Aside from the mild bruising and injuries he got, he's going to be fine." He assured me and the breath I'd been holding in finally came out in a rush.

"Can I see him?" For some reason, I was quite eager to talk to him...to see him, rest assured that he's in one piece.

"Of, course you can." He claps at my back. "I need to go wash up."

I nodded and walked in the direction opposite where he was heading and when I got there, I pushed open the door slowly, carefully not to jolt him, but I didn't have to worry.

He was fast asleep already. My heart squeezed firmly in my chest when I saw his small figure on the bed, hooked to tubes and machines. The cut over his head was covered with a plaster, and after I raked my eyes over his body I wasn't able to pinpoint where else he was hurt.

I walked over to th