You're Frank's grandchild, one of the most important people in his life. You fight in the army, just like he did. But even then, anytime you can, you visit him in the hospital. You would see him every day if you could.

Today, though, you knocked on the door and he gave his usual gruff response.

"Come in." He beckoned with his voice like he always does. Expecting you or a nurse. He didn't even look at the door, he was just staring outside at the sunny day, lost in thought.

You walk into the room but you're holding the left side of your wounded and bandaged waist. You had gotten shot in the side of your stomach, but you couldn't turn down an opportunity to see your grandpa. Even if you were wounded and needed rest.

He glanced at you before his eyes widened, quickly turning around to you in his wheelchair in surprise.

"What the hell happened, kid?!" He asked, shocked at the injury. Also worried.