Miguel’s POV "Urghh!" I groaned, twisting my neck violently back and forth. The relentless, high pitched beep beep of the heart monitor by my bed was making the blinding headache behind my eyes throb a hundred times worse. Finally, the door creaked open, and my right hand man, Arion, stepped into the private hospital room. His face was pale with sheer exhaustion, I swear the man wouldn't survive another five years if he stayed in my service. "You're awake, boss," he said, bowing his head slightly. "No, I am not awake," I drawled dryly, staring up at the white ceiling. He stood there rigidly with his hands folded in front of him, I was waiting for him to start his usual routine of complaining. 1... 2... 3, I counted. "I have been with you for twenty five years, Miguel," he started. "Since you were fifteen... and not once have you ever tried to be reasonable," Arion sighed, rubbing his temples. "You are always impulsive, childish...." "Yes yess, yesss. Thank you for tell
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