Metropolitan General Hospital

"W-Where am I?"

The woman on the hospital bed had both eyes covered with bandages. As long as she did not speak, no one would know whether she had awakened. Now that she was awake, she could not see her surroundings, so naturally she wanted to know where she was.

"You're at Metropolitan General Hospital. It's safe here, so don't worry."

"Henry?"

"It's me." Henry sat beside the bed. Various life-monitoring devices were connected to the woman, and the cold, rigid beeping of the machines sounded especially pleasant at this moment. After all, it meant she was still alive.

"Where are Marty, Anya, and Julia?" Cathy Weber asked.

"They're fine. After returning to New York, they were examined by doctors as well. Their injuries from the fight have all been treated, and there probably won't even be scars afterward. Since they skipped several days of school, I sent them back to class."

"Over at Amazon... is everything over?"

"It's all over. You don't need to worry about that anymore." Henry answered simply rather than describing how things had been wrapped up. Between adults, sometimes there was no need to spell everything out.

"What about my condition? How long was I unconscious?"

"You were unconscious for two days. Today is the third day. Because you received proper treatment immediately during the rescue, your vital signs are stable, and you didn't need to stay in the ICU. After cleaning your wounds, the doctors transferred you to a regular ward."

"My condition is terrible, isn't it? I can tell. Even though I still can't move much, I can't feel my lower body." Cathy Weber spoke weakly.

Henry answered smoothly despite the fact that many people would have found the words difficult to say. "Your eyes suffered severe burns. It wasn't just your eyeballs—the