CHAPTER 50

Thomas Anthony

I opened my eyes and saw Matheus sitting in the armchair, playing with his cell phone, as usual.

—Won't you stop for a minute, boy?

—Good to see you too, Dad, and thanks for the boy — he replied without taking his eyes off the phone.

—I can't take being stuck in hospitals anymore,— I mumbled, shifting in bed.

—Ditto. Take care of yourself and we won't have to look at Dr. André — Matheus dropped the cell phone and came to help me lift the head of the bed.

— My poor friend. He can't bear to look at your face anymore either.

—You're right, Thomas. — The doctor confirmed after entering the room.

— What is doctor? It's not every day that a pretty face like mine wanders around your hospital. Nurses have nothing to complain about.

I burst out laughing when I saw my friend's astonished face. My son was no good, but I had already noticed that he was the reason for the buzz in the halls.

— Good. I am sorry to inform you that you will no longer be the target of my employees' eyes.