Hours later, night had not yet given way to day, but Liam was still with Mary in the Infirmary.
Now he was in an area where several hospital beds were lined up on either side of the ward, separated only by curtains that seemed to be made of some synthetic fabric.
In the small 5-square-meter area where Mary was, Liam sat in the only chair there, looking mostly at the artifacts on the side of this bed where his companion now slept peacefully.
After some minor emergency surgery, Mary was fine, as far as that was possible, of course. She was in no danger and should recover well after a few days of rest.
If it was on Earth, Liam was pretty sure that she would be left with permanent damage, and even if she managed to live minimally well again, she would have to go through a tough recovery for a few months.
