Chapter 153: Returning the Sword

That night. Bruce Yale did not sleep. He sat by Raphael's hospital bed, keeping silent vigil till dawn. Through that long night he thought back on many things. Several times, Raphael's fingers twitched, as if he wanted to wake up. But even when the sky grew light, he still did not open his eyes. He had not woken, but at least he had not been pronounced dead. That thin thread of life left Bruce a sliver of hope. As long as there was no death certificate, there was still a chance. If there...