While Dilbert was in the hospital, he had been moved from the Intensive Care Unit today. His high-tech wristwatch, updating real-time news about the company's recent mishaps, was ticking persistently on his wrist.
Consequently, Arthur was bound to be busy, and he aspired to do his part.
To help Arthur resist Canaan's aggressive onslaught.
"Are you really planning to get discharged?" Alexander's tone had relaxed somewhat, as if discharge was not entirely improbable.
"Yes!" Dilbert nodded vehemently.
"But you can't walk; you can only use a wheelchair." Alexander bluntly presented him with this harsh reality.
Aghast, Yolanda Bardot immediately grabbed his hand, "Dilbert… you're not fully recovered…"
"I can't wait. Arthur needs me." Unconcerned about his unrecovered injury, Dilbert firmly unclasped Yolanda's clammy hand and urged, "Alexander, make my discharge arrangements quickly."
"I'll take care of it right away." Alexander nodded in assent.
