epilogue 2

Later on, I took Bryan to the hospital and got him treated. Seeing him survive such a fatal mess made me see him as a cat. He had nine lives, because that would explain him surviving every single time he was supposed to die. I too had survived things meant to kill me, but not as much as Bryan. I mean, I can't remember being shot about five times, and taking to the hospital, placed on instant surgery, and making it out in one piece. Any way it was good for the both of us.