3 weeks had been a very long time, and although Jose had made a number of these trips to Yaren to see Carlos, he had started to lose hope that anything would change. The trips themselves had almost begun to have the feeling of a pilgrimage about them, almost as though the hospital bed had become a shrine.
He had often wondered whether Carlos would return, and if he did, whether he would be the same person.
He decided that a cup of coffee was in order, although it was not particularly good for him, and the stuff from the vending machines was especially vile.
Jose was deep in thought, thinking about what a good job Praetor Zavier had done recently. Running the families affairs and conducting the negotiations with other families and factions was definitely not something Jose wanted to get involved in.
His thoughts were distracted by some movement by the bedside of Carlos. It seemed that one of the nurses who was attending to Carlos was calling for a Doctor, whilst paying careful attention to the readouts on a number of the pieces of equipment.
Jose moved closer, and watched as a Doctor entered the room to also stand by the side of the bed, then as Jose entered the room he heard Carlos speak, "Where am I? Who are you people?"
Carlos had awakened. At last. The wait was over. Jose immediately headed for the Comms room so that he could send a signal to all of the Benitez and give them the news. Their Don had returned to them.
