"I'm perfectly fine. But you, insisted on running out when you were supposed to stay in the room, hit your head, and ended up unconscious for three days."
Norris was startled: "I've been in a coma for three days?"
"Yes. If you hadn't woken up soon, I would have taken you to another hospital."
Norris lowered her lashes and gently nestled into his arms, murmuring, "I made you worry..."
The man stroked her hair, "As long as you know. From now on, be good and don't run around. Even I can't protect you every time."
"Oh..." Norris responded sullenly, "Could you turn on the light? It's pitch black, I can't see you."
Trenton released her, watched her for a moment, then stood up from the bed: "Sit tight. I'll go get the doctor."
*
Outside the door, Maple Swallow leaned against the wall, smoking with a sullen face.
Seeing Trenton walk out with a serious expression, he looked up at him, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There seems to be something wrong with her eyes."
