The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

'Curtis, don't worry.

I'll cure you! Whatever it takes, I'll get you back on your feet!" Kennedy stammered as he held Curtis.

Curtis tried to hold back the tears that were about to fall from his eyes and nodded sadly.

He knew his condition, and there was little hope that he could ever stand back up.

Seeing Kennedy and Curtis so concerned about whether Curtis could stand back up, Titus' eyes glimmered.

Titus turned to Kennedy and said, "Uncle Kennedy, don't complain that I don't care about Brother Curtis! I know a way to get him back on his feet!" With that said, Kennedy and Curtis looked at Titus with a tinge of hope in their eyes.

Curtis gulped with difficulty before replying, "Hurry and tell me! If I can recover, I can forget what happened and will give way when I see you in the future!" The thought of spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair filled Curtis with despair.

Rather than being confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, Curtis would wipe the slate clean and would avoid Titus whenever he sees him in the future.

at Titus

back on his feet was

put Curtis in his current condition,

doctors can't put you back on your feet,

enemies, so they never put the hope of curing Curtis on Sean

senses when Titus

Sean, but Sean's medical skills were nothing to go

were enemies, Kennedy and

looked at Sean and said solemnly, "I wonder what's the price the

to cure me." Kennedy also stared

too much, he would

his son's future mattered to

Sean only shook his head and smiled before saying, "Why would I save him? What has the Lake family got that I can take you seriously?’