Inside the VIP ward in Beckfrist Hospital, Roman and Zyran lay on the bed with their hands wrapped in bandages. Lucas was the only one with a bandage wrapped around his head.
Rosita sat on the couch with a stick of cigarette on her lips. "Yesterday reminds me of the days back in high school. You remember? When Lucas had a fight with the seniors, and Zyran kicked their butts?"
When she said this, Lucas's laugh was the loudest, then he pointed at Roman.
"Who could have imagined that the rational doctor would start a club fight!" He pointed at Roman. "We are really getting old,"
Roman rubbed his temples and smiled. His eyes fell on Zyran, and he noticed he was calm and just staring into blank space.
"Zy, it wasn't your fault," Roman said in a soft voice. "They started it."
Rosita and Lucas nodded, their eyes on Zyran.
"They had it coming. It was normal to defend yourself. We don't walk away when our family is being insulted," Rosita added.