Chapter 151

The hospital room, bathed in the warm brightness of morning, saw a moment of intimate bonding. Lucas moved from the chair, his limbs protesting the stiffness of a night spent at his father's side. As he awakened from his profound sleep, he spotted a set of vigilant eyes fastened upon him - his father's eyes, filled with a combination of relief and paternal affection.

Blinking away the remains of sleep, Lucas met his father's eyes. "Dad?" he whispered, the word a hesitant acceptance of the shared waking.

A warm grin graced his father's lips, lines carved by years of knowledge melting in the early light. "Lucas, my boy," he rasped, the tone of his voice bearing a note of weakness balanced with strength. "How are you holding up?"

Lucas arose, a waterfall of anxiety furrowing his face. "I should be asking you that, Dad. How do you feel?"

His father's eyes crinkled at the corners, a tacit comfort that transcended spoken words. "I'm still here, Lucas. That's what matters. Now, tell me, how
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