(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"No, you cannot meet him. The doctor said no one is to take near him as it can worsen his condition. Only I and his mommy are allowed," I said to King Ford, who had come to meet Dion, after hearing about Dion's condition.
"I can at least see from afar, can't I?"
I considered for a moment. "Alright," I said. "Come with me."
I took him to the garden, from where the balcony of my bedroom was visible. Blue was there with Dion and her cat, watching one of the plants on the balcony.
"He doesn't look so good. He must be really sick," he said.
"He looks a lot better than before. He is crying less now, especially now that we figured out something he likes," I said.
"He likes plants, trees… I don't know why, but he just loves them a little too much. He won't leave go to anyone other than his mother. Now, all day long, Dion would watch the trees in the garden from the balcony or the house plants with the cat and Blue and eat and nap," I added.
