Something important to tell

“How are you, gramps?”

I tried to ask my poor grandfather while I sat on the chair beside him; he looks so pale and frail. There’s a pang of guilt in my heart, thinking that all of this happens because of me. His eyes catch mine and a grin came into his face.

“I was fine, sweety. Well, almost got mangled, but still in one piece.”

Huffing my breath, I knew for once that he was trying to give me a peace of mind, and I tried to. He looks around the room.

“Wait, this is not a hospital. Where am I?” asked my grandfather.

“So, I guess you were unconscious on our way back. We are inside sir Zephyr’s house, you know, the one that I had introduced to you.”

Grandpa was looking at me while I was tucking his blanket and check his infusion. Everything was wonderful, and I will applaud this mansion facility. Probably they have their own surgery room somewhere. Offering him some food, he shakes his head and just asking for some water.

Giving him the water through a drinking straw, once again I