Chapter 859: One good reason
Hugo was whistling while tossing and catching a baseball ball in the air.
"I’m... bored," he sighed for the umpteenth time this morning. He snapped his eyes at the bed beside him, his face twisting. "How come he still hasn’t woken up? As far as I remember, he was shot in the back and not in the head."
He shook his head, thinking about how he willingly volunteered to stay with the guy. Who would have thought it would take this long?!
"If you’re going to die, just do it." He waved his hand dismissively. "If not, then just wake up."
It wasn’t like Hugo had been here all this time — he was here most of the time, but that didn’t mean he didn’t leave the guy. There were times Hugo had to go here and there, sneaking out carefully because he was still a patient.
"My sister’s reunion is today," he grumbled, tempted to throw the ball at the comatose patient. "I want to go in there and reminisce all the good days in the past with his sister. Everyone on the basketball team would be there, so it would’ve been nice."
Hugo shook his head mildly, sighing for the umpteenth time. "Should I just leave this behind?"
Hugo pondered about it until he felt a vibration on his side. Glancing at it, he picked up his ever-boring phone and checked which of the very few frequent callers it was this time.
"It’s First Brother," he muttered in surprise. "What does he want this time?"
Hugo answered without a second hesitation, only to hear Atlas say, "Help me."
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