Two hours passed, and Asher didn't even know when he fell asleep on the soft couch placed at the center of the hospital ward.
He had made sure Xavier was properly attended to, removed the bullet from his palm, and even bandaged the wound carefully to avoid any infection or complications.
He was exhausted and weak from all the wedding ruckus, and all he wanted was to sleep, but that useless chair earlier had done nothing except make his neck ache painfully from staying in one position for too long.
Meanwhile, Nolan, who hadn't expected Asher to handle the situation so well, rushed into the ward with a doctor, his eyes scanning the room for any possible threat.
"He is the one lying on the bed. Just check his palm, he was shot," Nolan explained hurriedly as the doctor rushed over to the bed to examine Xavier.
Asher was awakened by the noise, feeling footsteps moving all around him. He blinked his eyes open sleepily and looked up, only to see Nolan and a man dressed in a lab coat.
