At daybreak, there were growing patches of yellow, the sort of hue that was warm and bright at the same time. Though beneath the sheet of clouds was ash that deepened to steel - a suggestion that rain may play a part in the day to come - the morning sun tried to send its blessing by sending a shimmering ray over the horizon.
Inside a quiet consulting room, Marvel was sitting across from Doctor Plainn, separated by a table. The couches where they were seated were soft and cozy, more than enough to rest their fatigued bodies.
"I had to put him into an induced coma for the time being to save his brain from the damages after a sudden cardiac arrest," the doctor began the discussion. "After the surgery, the shot wound on his left waist will heal with medication and treatment. The stab wound on his right forearm, however, the knife was likely laced with a highly poisonous substance. I tested it for ricin and the result was positive."
