Anakin gently helped Divine out of jis car, his arm wrapped securely around his waist. Divine winced in pain, and Anakin's heart went out to him. "I'm sorry, baby," Anakin whispered, holding him closer. "I know it hurts." Divine nodded, his eyes welling up with tears. "I'm okay," he whispered. He hate the fact that his wife would moist at any moment. Anakin knew that Divine was far from okay. His brother had hurt him badly, and Anakin could see the pain and trauma etched on his face. As they arrived at the hospital entrance, Anakin helped Divine into a wheelchair, trying to minimize his movements. Divine's face was pale, and his eyes were sunken, but he smiled weakly at Anakin. The hospital staff quickly took Divine in, and Anakin was by his side as they began to examine him. The doctor's face was grim as he looked at Divine's wounds. "It seems like you've been through a lot," the doctor said gently, his eyes locked on Divine's. Divine nodded, his eyes welling up with tears
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