Chapter 79

Damian's POV

*He fell down a building, no head injury.*

Little mutters, a couple of sighs later, and all I had done for two hours was stare. Henry was on the bed, heavily sedated yet experiencing shocks in his sleep. He had cried till I could see the redness around his eyes, he was awake to see his mother fall and die before him, and while so much was going through my mind, I could not help but think about how my son has been pinned down by the same trauma.

He was barely seven, and he had witnessed his first guilt trap. How do I tell him that being held at the verge of death by his mother and her death wasn't his fault, or do I let him grow in hopes that his life experiences shape him in the right path? I don't know. I need help.

*Here are his report, I need you to schedule another brain scan*