Dennis POV
As soon as I can open my eyes, my mother comes into view. I can see tears staining her cheeks and it guts me. "I'm alright mom," I manage to croak out despite my mouth feeling like a desert. "Don't you scare me like this again, Dennis Hilker. I swear you boys are definitely the reason I have to keep dying my hair to hide the grays," she says. She leans down and presses a kiss on my forehead. "I'm glad to see you are alright, Dennis," Richard says.
I hadn't even noticed him standing at the end of my bed until he spoke. "Thanks dad." His eyes get big, and I can see he is fighting his own tears. He is the only man that has ever acted like a father to me. He nods and my mother squeezes my hand. "You just made his day. He thinks of you and Dante as his sons even if you don't share
