"What else?" Markus asked in an amused tone, waiting to hear Kizy out.

"Are you injured? Or more appropriately, where are you injured?" Kizy asked in a serious tone.

"No I am not." Markus answered almost instantly, as if he was prepared for this answer.

"Yes you are. I can smell that blood." Kizy said, looking at Markus right in the eye.

"We can talk about it later-" Markus was still speaking when grandpa spoke from behind.

"Left arm it is, right? And your back and chest as well." Kizy asked, or more like spoke her thoughts out loud leaving Markus wide eyed from shock.

She had noticed Markus's change of expression while catching the glass jar, and it took her no time to conclude her diagnosis.

"Go get yourself treated. You will listen to everything that my precious granddaughter in law orders you from this very moment onwards." Grandpa said in a tone that left no room for discussion.

"Am I truly your grandson? How can you ask me to obey her orders?!!" Markus asked in a frustrated manner.

"Doctor, tend to his wounds." Grandpa said while turning towards the two doctors, completely ignoring his dear grandson.

The two doctors had entered inside the ward with other members while the nurses were pleading with Kizy to not leave the hospital.

"Okay okay. But not here. Let's go to some other ward." Markus said, knowing he had no say now.

"No. You will be treated right here, in front of my eyes." Kizy demanded.

"Little lamb." Markus said in a gentle tone while making Kizy sit on the bed as he held her hands between his.

"I think you already have an inkling about this. But let me tell this to you once again." Markus said and took a deep breath before continuing.

"You are pregnant! We are gonna be parents soon!" Markus said and paused again, wanting to catch every single expression by Kizy.

And Kizy teared up, a happy and contented smile blooming on her face. Markus could literally see her eyes shining with a whole mix of emotions ranging from happiness, excitement, affection, a little of nervousness and maybe slight fear as well.

"And I don't want my baby to witness me like this for the very first time. I want her or him to only see me in happiness and not in pain or darkness. So please allow me to leave the room for treatment." Markus said in a literal pleading voice, his puppy eyes in full action.

But Kizy's reply was definitely not what he was expecting.

"And that's exactly the reason why I want our baby to see all of this. Right from the very first moment, he or she should know that their father is a born fighter, with blood and scars all over. He is the king, and nobody can take him down.

They will have to get accustomed to all this well, and starting from now on won't be a bad idea. They need to know that till the time you are there, standing ramrod straight in front of them, no one has the courage to touch them.

And if needed, they will also have to evolve into one in future. Our baby will be a warrior by heart, no matter what he or she chooses to be later on." Kizy said, a sense of pride visible in her tone.

And for the first time in years, Markus's eyes teared up, hearing Kizy speak all those words. The moment he had heard that he would be a father soon, his first instinct was to keep his baby safe and hidden from his world. Somewhere deep down he felt a little ashamed of his own profession.

But hearing it from Kizy this way made him feel lighter. Knowing that Kizy not only accepted him for all his gore-filled job, but even felt proud of it, made him feel warm and at home.

"Please check his wounds." Kizy said while signalling Markus to lie down on the bed while she herself stood near him, her left hand still pierced with the needle that was transferring medicine to her body.

"Are you sure about this young madam? I mean many of the pregnant ladies feel nauseous to strong smells, not to mention blood and its metallic odour." Doctor phrased in a careful tone.

"Yes. This is our baby, our strong baby. He or she won't be troubled by this smell, and if they do, they will have to get accustomed to it." Kizy replied in a firm tone while placing her right hand above his, showing she was definitely not leaving Markus.

In fact it was within seconds that her motherly instincts had kicked in and blended with her cold natural personality. She knew that she would be an overprotective mother, but she was definitely not going to go soft on them. If anything, they needed to learn everything through self experience while she would always have their back.

"Ok young madam, as you say." The doctor said, while other members including Nicole, Black command, Joel and the rest, left the ward, leaving only Grandpa and Kizy by Markus's side.

"Mr. Markus, will you be able to take your shirt off, or should we remove it?" The doctor asked politely, trying to make Markus comfortable.

"I will take it off-" Markus was still speaking when Kizy interrupted him.

"Cut the shirt." She pronounced each word, loud and clear.

And without any arguments, the scissors were brought, cutting Markus's black shirt into pieces only to reveal a set of bandages wrapped over his torso, back and left arm.

The doctors looked at Kizy who nodded her head, signalling them to continue cutting the bandage as well.

But what came next made the doctor's eyes go wide while tears started flowing down Kizy's face as she held Markus's right hand in a strong grip, as if trying to support herself more than Markus.

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