The Silver Catastrophe Wakes Up, Spending The Next Week All Alone
"My baby girl!!!"
The Silver Catastrophe shot up like a bullet while yelling like a banshee. He shifted his eyes in every direction, attempting to locate his precious daughter.
However, all that stood around him were tall white walls and light gray curtains that shielded him from viewing what lay outside them. Below him was a soft cotton bed, and covering his body was a white gown. It was made abundantly clear that he landed straight in the infirmary.
Sylvia had indeed hit him a little too hard, so Azmodeus took the liberty of lifting him from the rubble and carrying him to where Sylvia told him the infirmary was. The nurses took care of the rest.
It had been a little over three hours since Azmodeus and his gang arrived in the Silver Catastrophe's home. The Silver Catasphrophe realized this almost right away, which caused his complexion to morph from peachy to green, then to red and purple.