Dominic pushed open the door quietly.
Lucas lay on the bed, motionless, eyes closed. A thick bandage was wrapped around his chest, faint traces of blood seeping through.
Dominic just stood there, watching him. His heart ached. He couldn't stop thinking that Lucas had taken his place and gotten hurt.
That bullet… was meant for him.
He walked closer slowly. "You fool…" he muttered under his breath. "How could you be this stupid? Just wake up. I still have to punish you for not listening to me."
As if hearing him, Lucas's eyelashes fluttered. Slowly, his eyes opened.
Dominic's breath hitched, relief flashing across his face before he could hide it. His lips curled into a smile.
"Finally," he whispered.
He pulled a chair closer and sat down, leaning forward. His hand reached out instinctively, gripping Lucas's.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Lucas gave a faint smile. "I'm not dead yet," he said weakly.
Dominic let out a shaky laugh.
