"...ugh."
While the three of them were immersed in their own thoughts, a weak sound sounded from the bed. All of them turned their heads only to look at Aunt Shigeko who had opened her eyes.
"Mom! How do you feel?"
Hiro abruptly stood up and ran to the bed. Deep worries were still etched on his face.
"Huh? Did you... bring me here? Where are those scums?"
Aunt Shigeko forced herself to sit up despite the pain. Hiro cautiously helped her, afraid of touching where it was hurting.
"You're beaten unconscious! Luckily the police arrived right on time, if not, I didn't know what would happen."
"Don't nag at me. Your mother is perfectly fine now. Cough!"
Aunt Shigeko was annoyed with her son who still had so much to say. She swatted Hiro's hands away as she slowly looked around the private ward. Confusion was written on her face.
"Do you have so much money that you're able to let me us this expensive ward? I didn't think..."
