Two sick beds
Doctor Hill wiped his hands together as if swiping away crumbs from dinner, gave one last look at Tom, then walked out of the infirmary.
Hana looked at Silver Head. "Nice guy you got there. I'm glad I'm not sick."
Silver Head ignored them, looking over at a machine that monitored Tom's vitals, but Machina spoke up. "Best doc in the Realities, he is. A bit snippy, though."
Professor Atticus walked in, Molly lumbering along behind him. They both pulled up chairs to the bed and sat down so the whole group was in a circle, looking solemnly at the comatose Tom.
"So what's the deal?" Max asked.
"Yeah, what's wrong with him?" Hana added.
Professor Atticus cleared his throat, not breaking his gaze from Tom's face.
"Yes, yes, a very good question, my young friends. I certainly didn't expect things to go in this direction with the lad. Troubling, I tell you. Very troubling indeed."