With a tense expression, Ned grabbed onto the doorknob and twisted it open.
With a faint creaking sound, the door opened.
And Mildred was there laying on the bed, still sleeping. She looked so peaceful but...
...sleeping for so long must be a bad thing.
Ned furrowed his brows and heaved a deep sigh.
"I... I might be jumping to conclusions as it's only the first day, but she could be in a coma."
I blinked a few times.
"...What will happen to her then?"
Ned walked over to the side of Mildred's bed, as did I.
Ned rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger.
"If Mildred is in a coma... that might mean she will die."
My fingers twitched. It felt as though a cold, like a bucket of water was poured onto me.
"W-What do you mean?"
Ned rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger for a few moments.
"It depends if she really is in a coma, and what kind of coma she is in."