There was no dreaming about winged horses this time, it was merely black. Marcus, lay so, so still on the hospital bed only his chest moving up and down giving an indication that he was actually still alive. He knew not that the woman that he loved so dearly was by his side.


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Kind of floating into the hospital ward with a pot plant under one arm, Joshua Lawson approached the end of the bed. He studied his brother for a moment before nodding his head in satisfaction. He placed the pot onto the side table and then let his gaze fall on the woman sitting by the bed. Without a moments hesitation, he crossed to her and enveloped her into his arms. "Now none of this crying nonsense Iliana, my brother will be just fine."