Chapter one hundred and thirty

Luka’s POV

He lay there on the bed yet his mind felt as though it had drifted into another dimension. He was staring into space and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

I didn't want him to worry about anything other than to focus on getting better.

“Alfred, can you hear me?” I asked the old man lying on the bed and looking so fragile.

He rapidly, as if trying to clear the images and memories that were clouding his mind and as if it would stop bringing up all those feelings that he was trying so hard not to feel anymore.

I watched, waiting patiently for anything, any sign.

He blinked again and focused again and blinked again as if his vision was blurred, when his eyes rested on mine and he could make out my face, me, he gave me a weak smile- Typical Alfred trying to find sunshine amid all this chaos.

Then I took his hands into mine “We'll get you out of this, I promise. I'll send for the healer, we'll do something ” I spoke with hope in my eyes. Even though I wasn't so s