"Dally!" They said together.
"The son of the 3 time world champion fighter Ronald, the Ronald Protectorate of Dena?" Dirk asked.
"No," I said, "do I look like a winner to you?"
"No," Adalia said.
"Not at all," Dirk said.
"So, where are you from then?" Adalia asked.
"I'm from Warmoke, Birdland Parish, Diocese of Olneylesia." I said.
"What made you come all the way out here?" Adalia asked.
"He's got his reasons, it's none of our business," Dirk said.
"The reason is, the war between Diocese of Olneylesia and Pizia, and their allie, Wicwar. My family moved here to get away from the war." I said.
"Alright kids, time to go home,"said the nurse.
"Yes ma'am," we all said. I went to get out of the bed.
"Not you," she said.
"Alright," I said, "see you guys tomorrow then."
"Yep, see ya tomorrow," Dirk said.
"See ya," Adalia said. They both left the room.
"When can I go?" I asked.
"In an hour," the nurse said, "I want to make sure your fine." I sighed.
