112 Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Phraser Shawn Ronan sat quietly as his wheelchair was being pushed towards the lobby of the King Edward VII's Hospital in an inconspicuous street in Marylebone, London. He had spent the whole journey from his hospital room to the first floor of the building in silence, avoiding all the stolen glances directly at him mostly by the female population at the present. He knew he looked like Ansel Elgort from The Fault in Our Stars with his dark blonde hair, and all the curious stares were mainly proof of wonder as to why someone like him was in the hospital. Someone as healthy. They did not know, they could not possibly know, how he had laid on the surgery table, unconscious and scared, merely a few days ago. They had no idea that he had spent the next five days wanting to give up because he knew the battle was not finished that he had far worst things ahead.