After a while, Johnny went back to sleep; As he slept, I wondered if dreaming was like generating your own ideas, but at random, or was it different? With a slight curl of his lips, a dimple appeared on his cheek, showcasing his gentle smile. While he dreamt of something pleasant, his eyelids fluttered softly. He looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as he slept.

A human nurse came and looked at me... You're the robot who brought him here, aren't you? Yes, but the rest of his family hasn't shown up yet and I've been... She put her hand up. You don't have to explain. You brought him here so you care about him: he wasn't coherent enough to give you any orders, so you did it on your own-With a smile on her face she gently began tending to his wound. A moan of discomfort escaped Johnny's lips.

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He's going to do that for a while, thankfully. The bullet went in and out, missing most of his major organs. However, the trauma inside is still very painful. He refused any painkillers. When can you discharge him? The doctor felt it was necessary to keep him for observation, in order to assess his progress. If everything falls into place, tomorrow is a possibility. Just as she was about to leave, she turned around and locked eyes with me. You take good care of him, okay?