Three days earlier-
David carried his mother, Gloria, to the hospital-
He had no idea how he had managed it, but he had taken every word Archido had said to heart.
He had a feeling that if he passed out, if they carried his mom to the hospital themselves, if he didn't watch her every single second...
The future Archido had hinted at would definitely happen.
He personally laid his mother on a gurney at Redshirt Psychiatric Hospital-Gloria had insurance here and often brought corpses here for processing.
Then he simply stared blankly at the doctor.
"All right, leave the rest to us doctors. You can rest outside or just head home.
"But I'd suggest going home. The cheapest package doesn't include visitation, so you can wait at home for news.
"You look like you're still a student. You have school, don't you? Don't let this interfere with your studies. We'll take care of your mother for you."
With that, the doctor pushed the bed toward the operating room.
Clack.
The bed was suddenly pulled to a stop.
"I want to watch her."
The doctor frowned. "Then pay up. If you can't afford it, don't throw your weight around."
"We're out of money..."
"Then get lost! You broke little shit!"
The doctor smacked David's hand, but even that failed to knock his grip loose.
How strange-the kid looked exhausted to death, and his head was still bleeding.
David's mind was a little dazed. He just stared at the doctor-and that stare gave the doctor the creeps.
If the kid hadn't lacked combat implants, he would have suspected an impending bout of Cyberpsychosis.
As things stood, he figured the kid still hadn't recovered from his concussion-just like this woman.
Fractures, contusions, a concussion, minor blood loss, burns... nothing too serious.
Her