"The little guy only knows Daddy." Christian curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders. He was afraid that the kid would mistake him for someone else. "How is she doing?" Patrick put Hope on the floor and sat down opposite Christian, waiting for his answer hopefully. "The same as before." Christian took a sip of water. His tone was calm and his true emotions were hard to tell. Patrick lowered his eye. Both were silent for quite a while. It had been a year since Vivian lapsed into unconsciousness. Under Christian's charge, everything had been going very well. Hope had learnt to walk and talk.
Patrick had studied Vivian's case unremittingly in the past year and tried every means to cure her. It seemed that life had been going on, but it still ended in the same way. "Wait for some time. It will work." Three months ago, with the help of many famous doctors in the whole country, Patrick had racked his brain and come up with the last solution. It was the last resort for Vivian. If it worked, it would be a miracle. If it failed, it would be a life-long regret. Christian tapped the couch casually with his long fingers. He was mature and charismatic. He knew better than anyone Vivian's current condition. No matter what others might suggest, He had never lost hope. He had declared that Vivian was now recuperating at home. No one was allowed to talk about her. Hope was toddling and playing around in the living room. He was more than a year old and had just learnt how to walk. He was very happy, walking and crawling.
Christian and Patrick talked for a while. "Let's go see her." Christian knew Patrick had been worried about Vivian. He was grateful to Patrick because of what he had done for her. "No, thanks. Maybe next time." Patrick took a glance at Vivian's room with his gentle eyes. "All right then. Why don't you stay for dinner today? Hope has missed you very much." "Ok, let's have a drink." "Sure." Patrick had always found time to have a chat with Christian. Both in their late twenties, they were close friends who had been going through the trials of life together. "How are you doing? I heard your father had set you up with a girl." Christian poured him a glass of wine. Patrick smiled helplessly. "He is getting older. Maybe he wants grandchildren." Patrick drained his cup with one gulp. The wine was good, but it was strong. "You'd better think for yourself." Christian frowned. Time was running out for Patrick. No one knew what the future held for them. Apart from him, no one had hopes for Vivian. But he should his own life. "What are you thinking? Don't forget, we would compete for Vivian once she woke up. I never admitted that I would lose to you." Patrick chuckled. Christian found his provocative words amusing. "What, are you so afraid I would compete with you that you wanted me to get married as soon as possible?" Patrick poured himself another glass of wine. Christian didn't bring up any life trivia later. They raised their glasses and drank as they pleased.