(GUS)
"Are you sure he's awake, doctor?" I ask. Last time he said so, Shawn had been out again.
After he confirms this, I go toward my best friend's door. Not waiting another second, I step in.
"Gus! How glad am I to see you!" Shawn exclaims, smiling as best as he can.
"Oh, you have no clue." I remark. I still couldn't believe his condition. It's a surprise he's alive. Broken bones were one thing, but he had lost a lot of blood, and a rib had punctured his left lung.
Now, Henry was very lucky too, but most of his wounds would turn to bruises, with the exception of the two stabbings and bruised ribs. Luckily, neither would cause long term damage.
"How are you feeling?" I say.
"How would you feel?" Shawn responds.
I'm quite, knowing I couldn't even imagine.
"Ok, there's something I've got to know. Is my dad ok?" he asks.
"Yeah, he's a few floors down, resting. He told me to keep him posted on you. I've got a good feeling he's going to annoy the doctors to see you as soon as he can." I explain.
"Thank God," he whispers.
Silence takes over and I can tell he's thinking.
"You know, I heard you guys calling. For my dad and I. I wanted to call back, but my voice was so hoarse from yelling at that SOB. So my dad, well he tried. Unfortunately that resulted in a nice sleep caused by a shovel for both of us." Shawn tells me.
I don't answer. What could I say?
The door opens and a nurse pops in. "I'm sorry sir but visiting hours are now over."
As I head out the door, I turn to the man, my best friend, brother, laying hurt on the bed. "You know that as soon as I find that guy, he's going to wish he was never born.