“Ben, how many stitches do you have?”

Having calmed herself from the emotional turmoil she had just experienced, Elzi realized that Ben had just been in an accident. She vaguely remembered the horrific scene she had seen before darkness consumed her consciousness. Ben's forehead was gaping, his white shirt stained with blood. But now Elzi did not see any of that.

Ben had changed into patient clothes. His shirt could no longer be considered clothing, for it was torn in several places and covered in blood.

There was a bandage on his forehead, covering the stitches. Elzi could also see that there were hidden wounds under the patient's clothing. Ben's...