Raphael was sitting in the living room of Damian’s mansion, leaning back in the large chair. The morning light spilled through the windows, and the house was quiet. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, thinking about the events of the past few days.
His phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was the hospital.
“Hello?” Raphael answered, sitting up straight.
“Mr. Raphael?” the voice on the other end said. “This is Dr. Morgan from the hospital. I’m calling to inform you that Damian is ready to be discharged.”
Raphael raised an eyebrow. “He’s ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” the doctor confirmed. “He has shown good improvement. He is stable now, and he can leave. We just need someone to pick him up.”
“I’ll be there soon,” Raphael said before hanging up the call.
He stood up, grabbing his keys from the table. As he walked toward the door, a maid passed by. “I’m going to the hospital to pick up Damian,” he told her.
“Yes, sir,” the maid said with a quick bow before continuing with her work.
Raphael got into his car, started the engine, and drove toward the hospital. The ride was quiet, and his thoughts were filled with worry and relief. Damian had been through so much. Raphael wasn’t used to seeing his brother in such a vulnerable state.
As he pulled into the hospital parking lot, he parked the car and stepped out. He walked through the hospital doors, the cold air of the lobby hitting his face.
“I’m here to pick up Damian Wolfe,” he told the receptionist.
“Of course,” the receptionist said with a polite smile. “He’s in room 312. You can head there now.”
Raphael nodded and made his way to the elevator. The ride up felt slower than usual, and his impatience grew with each passing second. When the doors finally opened, he stepped out and walked down the hallway.
He found room 312 and knocked lightly before pushing the door open. Inside, Damian was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in his usual black suit. He looked better, though he still seemed tired.
“Ready to leave?” Raphael asked, stepping inside.
Damian looked up, giving his brother a faint nod. “Yes,” he said.
Raphael walked closer, crossing his arms. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Tired,” Damian admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But better than before. I just want to get out of here.”
Raphael chuckled lightly. “You hate hospitals, don’t you?”
Damian gave a small smirk. “You know I do.”
At that moment, Dr. Morgan walked into the room, holding a clipboard. “Ah, Mr. Wolfe,” he said, addressing Damian. “I see your brother is here to take you home.”
“Yes,” Damian said simply.
Dr. Morgan approached them, glancing at the clipboard. “We’ve done all the necessary tests, and everything looks good,” he said. “But you still need to take it easy. Your body went through a lot, and recovery will take time.”
“I understand,” Damian said.
Dr. Morgan handed Raphael a small packet of papers. “These are the instructions for his care,” he said. “There are also prescriptions included. Make sure he takes his medication as directed.”
Raphael nodded, taking the papers. “Got it,” he said. “Anything else?”
“Just keep an eye on him,” Dr. Morgan said. “And don’t let him overdo it.”
Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m right here, you know,” he said dryly.
Dr. Morgan smiled lightly. “I know, Mr. Wolfe. But it’s my job to remind you.”
With that, the doctor gave them a polite nod and left the room. Raphael turned back to Damian. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get out of here.”
Damian stood up slowly, and Raphael reached out to steady him. “I’m fine,” Damian said, brushing him off.
“Yeah, sure,” Raphael said with a smirk. “Let’s see how fine you are after walking through the parking lot.”
The two brothers walked out of the hospital, the fresh air hitting their faces as they stepped outside. Raphael led Damian to the car, opening the door for him. Damian slid in carefully, leaning back against the seat with a sigh.
Raphael got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The drive back to the mansion was quiet at first, the hum of the car filling the silence.
“How much of the party did I miss?” Damian asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.
“All of it,” Raphael replied, glancing at his brother. “But don’t worry. I handled everything.”
Damian raised an eyebrow. “Handled it?” he asked.
“Yes,” Raphael said with a grin. “The guests left happy, the deals were discussed, and no one complained.”
Damian smirked faintly. “I’m surprised,” he said. “Maybe you’re more capable than I thought.”
“Maybe,” Raphael said with a chuckle. “But don’t get used to it. I’m not running your parties forever.”
The two brothers fell into a comfortable silence again, the familiar roads leading them back to the mansion. Raphael glanced at Damian occasionally, relieved to see him looking better.
When they arrived at the mansion, Raphael parked the car and helped Damian out. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you inside.”
Damian sighed but didn’t argue. As they walked into the house, a few maids greeted them, their faces filled with relief at seeing Damian back home.
“Welcome back, Mr. Damian,” one of the maids said with a bow.
Damian nodded at her. “Thank you,” he said simply.
Raphael guided him to the sitting room and helped him onto the couch. “Stay here,” Raphael said. “I’ll get everything settled.”
Damian leaned back, closing his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “But don’t make a big fuss.”
Raphael smirked. “Too late,” he said before walking off to find the papers the doctor had given him.