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A guard who had been permanently stationed to watch over the Boss of Stella Di Mare feigned sleep in the comfortable chair, listening to the heart monitor and other machine-work in the white, bland room as his boss laid in the hospital bed, oxygen mask over his face, slowly withering away. If only they had been with him at all times, this wouldn't have been so bad.
The guard was waiting for Master Berncastille to arrive. Or maybe he was already there, by the Boss's side. The guard didn't know because he hadn't moved an inch, sitting there with his chin dropped into his chest.
Maybe he wasn't faking... Maybe he was asleep...
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