A TRAP

It was night by the time Alarick headed over to the hospital. Once he got there he went straight to his father's room. Cillian stood in the corner of the room looking at the moon outside the window. He could stand now without needing any help or feeling much pain. The cold night air blew his hair and he wrapped the blanket around himself tightly. Alarick walked over to him and reached to close the windows. Cillian swatted his hands away. Alarick laughed.

"If you're cold I could close the window. How are you feeling today?"

Cillian scrunched his shoulders and turned back. A chuckle escaped his lips. He didn't want to go to bed just yet.

"I'm not that cold and I'm feeling better today. I almost thought I would forget how to walk from being on that bed too much."

Alarick gave a half hearted smile then stared at the ground. Cillian noticed this and asked him a question.

"What's wrong Alarick?"

Alarick looked up.

"Nothing's wrong. We've arrested Micah and have some concrete evidence aga
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