The surgery he'd been through had been relatively small, therefore complete hair loss wasn't necessary (it was just even shorter now), though the effects of what was going on inside his brain had been far more massive to look into.
In all accounts he hadn't contacted much of anyone, Kenneth had been the one to take care of all the important calls---and that was something the proud warrior would thank him for later.
The nurse gave her an odd look at her greeting to the patient. "He's in a decent mood today," she announced as if it were her place to. Achilles never understood the need for doctor's and nurses alike to discuss the person within the room as if they were not there. "I'm not some child," he responded narrowing a dark brow at the girl.
His gray-green eyes honed in on the green goddess who now sat perched on his bed.