"And the bad news?" Alsen asked, his eyes narrowing with concern.
The doctor offered a reassuring smile.
"Well, it's nothing too alarming, but a few individuals came by earlier inquiring about Sir Neander's whereabouts. They seemed quite intimidating."
Noticing Alsen's fearful and trembling demeanor, he added gently, "But please don't worry; I kept your whereabouts sealed."
Alsen's impatience boiled over as he asked, "How long will I need to stay here?"
"You'll be here for about a week," the doctor replied softly, adjusting his glasses. "You've lost quite a bit of blood, and that wound on your upper right arm is serious. It's important we allow time to heal."
"Okay," Alsen sighed, a hint of unease in his voice.
Masha and Sasha exchanged concerned glances, sensing Alsen's worry, and decided to send the doctor away.
"Later, Doc." Masha smiled warmly at the doctor but for some reasons the man found the smile terrifying.
