chapter fifty seven

CELESTIA’S FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW

A man who seemed to be in his fifties came to approach us. He seemed like the doctor with his white overall and their signature way of holding a stethoscope loosely.

“Good morning. You are for the Robinson’s right?” He asked facing the chief security and Smart.

“Yes.” They said in unison.

“Have you been able to contact their family?” He asked.

“Yes sir. This is the younger man’s wife and here is his brother. These are her family.” Smart introduced us to him.

“Oh, good. We are sorry about the unfortunate incident. We had to go on with the surgery in your absence because of how critical their condition was and it was needed to help save their lives.” He said.

“That is no problem, doctor. How are they now? Can we go see them now?” I asked impatiently.

“They are out of surgery. Thankfully, the surgeries for both of them were successful and they are now stable but the younger man is still unconscious. He is in coma. As for the old man, he is pretty muc