Sven barely remembered getting on the plane. All he remembered was getting a call from a man named Pookie, one telling him that Jesus had been attacked. And at that moment Sven almost dropped dead. He had grabbed Roze, Warren, Abigail, and Dexter, and all five of them had taken ten minutes to get to his private jet.
When they got to London, even though they were disoriented and worn out from crying, all of them rushed to the hospital. Sven immediately rushed to the front desk, "Jesus Rivera?" The dumpy woman sitting behind the desk drawled out, "Only family can visit,"
Abigail glared at the woman, "We are his family." The woman looked at them and then disregarded them. But in ten seconds Roze had given her a tongue lashing that had her own husband shrinking back. Typing in Jesus' name,
