Sir Ares, Goodnight

"I want to see Grayson." Jay was not one to waste his energy on something so pointless. If his legs would not heal, then he would accept it as it is.

There were more important things to do at that moment.

The doctor relayed the president's message to Grayson, who quickly entered the hospital room in question.

"I want to be discharged."

Grayson's eyes widened at the president's request." Right now, Mr. President? The doctor says your legs still need to be treated. You're also due for a long period of physical therapy post-treatment."

Jay may be physically weak that moment, but the sharp glint in his eyes had not dulled at all as he fired a death glare at Grayson. "Why do you find the need to waste such priceless time on something that would potentially give no results?"

Grayson replied, "We've got to at least try, Mr.

President."

"Grayson!" Jay shouted fiercely, "Are you defying orders now?"

Grayson sighed in frustration. "No, Sir. That's not what

I meant."

"Then get to it."

"Of course, Mr. President."

Grayson turned to leave.

stopped

paused mid-step and turned.

weeps he heard yesterday echoed in his mind. It sounded like Angeline, but also like Rose Loyle. Her sobs were laced with a shamelessness that he did not know whether to love or hate. He opened his mouth with the idea to ask Grayson if she had returned but decided against it in the end for some

"Nevermind."

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light curtain of wetness as

What was he expecting?

to brighten his life up at

a selfish

he to expect anything when he was never with her at her darkest and never by her side when she was

could not have been any more than an imagination his mind

seek out the

help. The woman had been