An hour later.
The hospital room was sterile blue and white. It was an expensive place to rest in, but a private one. The nurses were paid enough to not spread gossip—or at least they were supposed to be.
Tristan still eyed the one that came to adjust Nelson's health monitors until she left.
His friend was lying in the hospital bed, still unconscious. There was an oxygen tube attached to his nose, and several electrodes connecting him to the machines nearby.
Tristan was leaning against a nearby wall. He felt even worse than before—definitely sick now. Just standing for prolonged periods of time was exhausting. However, he couldn't afford for this to be seen right now.
There were two other people in the room: Derek, who traveled to the hospital as soon as Tristan told him what happened and where Nelson was going to be, and the doctor who treated him.
