Kim:
When afternoon came the next day, Kim drove them to the hospital where Ben was admitted. P’First was already waiting for them at the lobby, and he led them up to the VIP room where he had Ben stay in to recover.
“Ben!” Kit ran to the side of his bed, holding his friend’s hand. “How are you? Does it still hurt? What did the doctors say?”
Ben chuckled, slowly sitting upright. He suppressed a groan so he wouldn’t worry Kit when pain flared up his side. He looked all banged up, but it didn’t seem like anything that wouldn’t heal with time. Apart from wounds he sustained from the glass shards, he only had a couple of scratches and bruises. He was lucky that the bullet didn’t hit him, or it would’ve been a lot worse.
