From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Wounds That Don’t Heal

After finishing everything that needed to be handled, Aron found himself standing in front of a hospital he had hoped to never return to, at least, not for the same reason.

But here he was again.

The building felt colder this time. He walked the familiar halls with a weight in his chest, eventually stepping into the room where Max lay unconscious. The boy looked pale, bruised, but stable. Doctors and nurses had already patched up his wounds and cleaned the blood from his skin. He looked better, but still far too broken for someone his age.

The staff had reassured Aron earlier.

They said Max was just sleeping. His vitals were stable, there was no internal damage, and he wasn’t in any immediate danger. But from what they could tell, the kid had pushed himself hard, far beyond his limits.

He must’ve been running on sheer willpower until his body finally gave out.

Aron stood silently for a moment, staring at the sleeping figure.

“I haven’t done a great job protecting you lately, have I?” he said softly, more to himself than to Max. He pulled a chair over and sat down beside the bed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

“I wonder what your parents would’ve said,” he added, voice low. “If they knew I was letting you take on this much… letting you get involved in so many dangerous things. But with the way things are, with how much is happening all around us… I don’t know what other choice I’ve had.”

His voice trailed off as the silence returned.

Then, a knock came at the door.

It slid open a second later, and Aron didn’t even need to look, he already knew who it was. He’d been informed in advance.

Joe and Steven stepped inside the room, both carrying gifts, Joe with a box of chocolates, Steven holding a bouquet of flowers. The two of them had matching bruises, scrapes, and taped-up bandages on their arms and shoulders, the result of the fight they’d all been through.

“The doctor said we’re clear to go,” Joe said, walking in casually. “Doesn’t look like we’ve got any serious wounds or concussions.”

Aron nodded, glancing toward them. “What about the boss?” Steven asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

“His condition is good,” Aron replied. “Just exhausted. He pushed himself too far.”

He looked down at Max again, then back up at them with a small nod.

“I want to thank you both, for what you did back there. If you hadn’t been there… if I had tried to handle the situation on my own…”

He paused.

“I don’t think I would’ve been able to get him out.”

There was a heaviness in the air. Gratitude, guilt, and relief all tangled together. None of them said it, but they all felt it.

This fight wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

But at least, for now, they had Max back.

“Your tone,” Steven said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “You’re making it sound like you failed.”

He glanced toward Max, then back at Aron.

“But he’s alive. He’s here. And like you said, that was a tough situation.”

Steven’s voice softened.

“We all had a feeling something like this might happen eventually. Max kept getting involved in more and more dangerous stuff… and honestly, I think we all owe him a lot.”

The room fell into a thoughtful silence. Their eyes drifted back to Max, who was still lying unconscious in the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.

None of them said it aloud, but they were all thinking the same thing.

How did one person change so many lives… so quickly?

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