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.

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