Was There No Hope for Her?

He cried out, but his voice was clearly off, containing a hint of sobbing and disbelief.

Robin turned to look at him and called out softly.

"Hughie?"

With just that one word, Hughie's eyes immediately reddened.

The emotions I was trying so hard to hold back just now suddenly became uncontrollable.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he raised his hand to wipe them away.

It wasn't wiped clean.

Instead, the more you wipe, the more there is.

Okay, before I could say I was about to cry, but now it's beyond just "about to cry."

Robin looked at him, her previously somewhat bewildered expression suddenly filled with worry.

"What's wrong with you?"

As she asked the question, she propped herself up on the bed and sat up.

The movements were surprisingly easy, and she felt no pain whatsoever, not even to herself.

He seems to have more energy than before.

However, she didn't have the mind to think about that right now, looking at Hughie's expression.

Robin threw off the covers and stood up straight in bed.

Her feet landed firmly on the ground, and the leg that had been immobilized before did not cause her any discomfort.

Hughie instinctively reached out to help her.

As it turned out, Robin had already grabbed his arm first.

"Hey."

Don't scare me.

"What exactly happened?"

There are indeed many things she hasn't figured out yet.

I don't know where I am, why I'm lying in bed, or why there are so many people standing around me.

At least.

Seeing her boyfriend standing right next to her, Hughie's initial panic subsided considerably.

But right now, it seems like her boyfriend needs comforting more than she does.

"I'm fine."

Hughie shook his head, his voice trembling with emotion as he spoke.

"I am..."

"You're awake."

Robin paused for a moment after hearing this, then raised her hand to wipe his face.

"Yes, I'm awake."

So, please stop crying, okay?

Hughie nodded, but the tears still wouldn't stop.

Robin looked at him, and for a moment, she was at a loss.

Finally, she leaned forward and hugged him, gently patting his back with one hand.

"Alright."

"I'm here."

"Take your time and tell me."

At this, the expressions of the people nearby all changed.

Maeve was initially just smiling, but as she watched, her smile gradually turned into one of schadenfreude.

Lin Mo appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he couldn't help but laugh.

It seems like Hughie is still the weaker party.

Joanna stood beside him, glanced at the two people embracing, and then somehow placed her hand in Lin Mo's.

Lin Mo glanced down at it and then casually grasped it.

Even the A-Train standing at the back had a smile on its face now.

Looking at it this way...

The group of people standing to the side all wore maternal smiles.

That's kind of interesting.

The one who just woke up is comforting the one who has been awake the whole time.

The patient, who should be being cared for, is now instead trying to appease her boyfriend.

However, it's possible to witness this scene.

It's a good thing overall.

Hughie held Robin in his arms for a while before finally calming down a little.

Robin patted him again, then stepped back a little and looked at his face.

"Now, can you tell me?"

She looked around.

The white beds and equipment are clearly typical of a hospital setting.

These things vaguely brought back memories of the moments before she lost consciousness.

On the bustling street, Hughie and the others seemed to still be talking.

Then something suddenly crashed into us.

After that, she knew nothing more.

Robin frowned and looked at Hughie again.

How did I end up in the hospital?

"And why were you crying like that just now?"

She paused, trying hard to recall.

"I only remember feeling like I was bumped into by something."

Hughie.

"What happened next?"

Upon hearing Robin's question...

The slight smile that had just appeared on the A-Train's face immediately faded.

The reason is quite simple.

Who hit her? Others might need to hear Hughie's explanation.

He knows it all too well.

I just saw Robin wake up, and I saw that she could stand up and even hold Hughie and talk to him.

He did indeed breathe a huge sigh of relief.

But now, listening to the person involved ask in person what exactly happened.

He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

no.

The person has recovered.

Why am I the one who feels more embarrassed?

What's with this inexplicable surge of guilt?

The A-Train opened its mouth.

Perhaps he should apologize first?

However, before he could speak...

Hughie had already answered Robin.

You were hit by a car.

As he spoke, he glanced at the A-Train beside him.

"It's him."

Robin followed his gaze.

Then, he paused for a moment.

A-Train?

That A-Train on TV?

She had been paying most of her attention to Hughie, but upon closer inspection now, she noticed...

It seems that very few of the people in the ward are ordinary people.

Superman, Homelander, Queen Maeve.

There's also A-Train.

Why did this whole group of people end up in my hospital room?

Robin instinctively thought of something unpleasant. In America, these celebrities coming to see her in person—wasn't that what they called her last wish?

Am I beyond saving?

Fortunately, Hughie didn't let her keep guessing.

He quickly gave a brief explanation of what had happened since the incident a few days ago.

The A-Train hit her.

Just then, Lin Mo and his group arrived, took her to the hospital, and arranged for her treatment.

Lin Mo also promised that he would definitely help her recover.

Towards the end, Hughie's tone was full of gratitude.

"You were seriously injured back then, I really didn't know what to do."

"Superman told me he could cure you."

"After that, he kept trying to find a solution."

Hughie spoke, he glanced at Maeve and Joanna beside him.

"They've been helping out too."

"We don't need to worry about the hospital, the treatment, or any of the arrangements here."

"They didn't abandon us."

This is something Hughie himself experienced from beginning to end.

So he spoke very seriously and didn't feel that he was deliberately speaking well of anyone.

"This time, we really owe them a lot."

"Thanks to the Seven."

He paused slightly at this point, glancing up at the A-Train, whose appearance seemed rather grim.

Then, he added another sentence.

He didn't run away then.

"Later, he kept apologizing."

The A-Train listened, and for a moment, he didn't know how to express his feelings.

Hughie's words are indeed commendable; the others certainly deserve praise.

But putting him in there made him a little uncomfortable.

After all, he was the one who started this whole thing.

Without his intervention, none of the people behind him would have needed to do anything.

Seeing that Hughie had finally finished speaking, A-Train immediately took a step forward and bowed slightly.

"Sorry."

He spoke quickly, then added a sentence carefully.

"This was my fault."

"I was running too fast, and by the time I noticed, it was too late to get out of the way completely."

"Even though I slowed down and changed direction, I still hit you."

Robin looked at him but didn't speak immediately.

The A-Train didn't stop.

"I know that saying these things now won't make this happen."

But I'm really sorry.

"I will take responsibility for whatever comes next."

This time, he didn't have an agent by his side to remind him which line to say.

I didn't have a prepared script; I was just looking at this girl who almost got hit by her car yesterday.

The A-Train felt that there were some things he should say in person.