EXCHANGE OF HEARTS [BL]

CHAPTER 14

“How's your shoulder?” his dad asked him.

Race looked over his shoulder before he answered, “Good, but I can't move it though it still hurts.”

Isaiah took a deep breath, his jaw clenched and serious. He was really mad and furious because of what happened in the Russo Mansion, especially because Race was involved.

At that time, Isaiah was inside the mansion talking with his acquaintance. He didn't know where Hades was, but then he heard someone screaming and shouting outside the mansion. He wasn't going to pay attention to it, but someone approached him and said that Race—his son—was shot.

He didn't know what to do at that time, he began to panic because he didn't know what to do when he saw his son lying on the ground with blood all over his shoulder. Luckily, Hades arrived and the people who first witnessed the incident quickly called an ambulance.

“Take a rest, son. You'll be able to leave tomorrow morning,” Isaiah said and messed up Race's hair. “Rest, bud.”

Race looked at his father for a moment before nodding and closing his eyes because he couldn't bear the pain in his shoulder.

He got shot in his shoulder near his armpit. The first bullet hit him, but the second one just grazed his arm because he immediately fell when he was hit in the shoulder.

It happened quickly, and Race didn't expect it to happen to him. He was talking to Atlas over the phone because Atlas wanted him to go to the first café he saw, but then Atlas disappeared on the other line. He was about to call Atlas again, but he collapsed from the gunshot and because of the shock, he passed out.

Speaking of Atlas, he still hasn't visited Race.

Race is wondering what he's doing right now and where he is and why Atlas isn't visiting him. He's been here in the hospital since yesterday and he expected Atlas to visit him right away, but he hasn't come yet.

He shook his head lightly.

Why am I even thinking that? Of course, he won't come. And why am I expecting him to come visit me?

He clenched his fist.

“Race,” his father touched his head lightly and stroked his hair gently.

Race slowly opened his eyes and looked at his father. “Yes, Dad?”

“Your shoulder is bleeding.”

He looked at his shoulder. “Oh,” he only said.

“Are you okay?” Isaiah asked while calling a nurse to change his bandage. “You look so tense and it's like you're thinking deeply.”

He shook his head, “I'm fine, Dad.”

“You sure?”

He nodded and closed his eyes again, this time he was relaxed and calm.

“Yes, Dad. Thanks.”

Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel his father's worried eyes on him.

Race sighed and finally looked at his dad again. “I'm fine, Dad. I'm just tired and sorry for the trouble—” his words were cut off.

“No, buddy. I am sorry for not protecting you,” Isaiah smiled. “Now, take a rest.”

He was about to close his eyes when his Papa opened the door and walked straight to him.

“Hey, son, how are you feeling?”

“I'm fine, Pa.”

Hades nodded at him then faced Isaiah. “We have to talk outside.”

“You can talk here,” Race interjected while looking at his parents.