After Henry opened his eyes, he saw the room was empty. Richard had left. Henry couldn't get up because it hurt a lot. So he simply lay there, blankly staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out who the person that stabbed him would be.
But the only face that came to his mind was Richard's. It was definitely Richard's face.
But his gut told him it was not him that stabbed him.
He was sure it was not Richard, because it was impossible for him to kill him.
It was not Richard.
While he was arguing with himself, Richard suddenly came in. Seeing Henry awake, he still had no response. But he didn't seem unhappy about that either.
He sat on the chair next to the bed and stared at Henry for a few minutes, then his voice fell into Henry's ears.
"Who did this to you?"
Henry already knew it was not Richard. But he still didn't try to explain his conclusions because he wanted to see what Richard would think about that incident.
"It was you."
