Chapter 65: I can't feel my hand

"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I'm sorry you had to go through all that alone. I'm really sorry."

A sharp cough had them turning their heads to behold another intruder, one with a mischievous smile on his adorable cute young face. She had forgotten he came with her.

"Who's that?" King asked curiously.

She opened her mouth to respond but Alistair beat her to it.

"I am your brother."

*

King eyed the boy up, feeling slightly irritated by the joke. He had just woken up from coma and also had a close shave with a prison cell, all he wanted now was spend the rest of the day mopping in his bestfriend's arms. He still felt weak as hell and he just had to be hindered...again.

From the boy's wise eyes, he could tell that he was far mature than he looked.

"Half brother actually, we only share the same mother." Alistair continued.

Joan was ... What was he doing? She adjusted herself to be free from King's arms and sat properly on the bed.

"I don't have a mother." King replied coldly.

Alistair smile