Chapter 144. Trumpcard 2

Immediately I packed the car, and the guards and I jumped down from the car and lifted him once more, taking him into the hospital. It was so hard to take him into the hospital, he is so damn heavy, like a dead weight. 

Doctor Fred was alerted and he ran out and followed us into the hospital room as we placed him on the bed. He raised his head and gazed up at me. From the look on his face I could tell that he knows what I know as well, he already knows that there is no hope for him.

“D… Do...mi…nic,” he called out, beckoning for me to come forward. I went forward and sat by the side of his bed, taking hold of his hand, smiling down at him, trying to reassure him that everything is okay,

“Stop looking so pathetic, I am the one on the deathbed and not you, so quit looking so miserable.” He chided me with a weak smile, making me chuckle softly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a powdered substance that looks like cocaine and he put it in my hand, smiling