Who Gave You The Permission

Kizo took Grace to a proper hospital where she was being taken care of by professionals; all this while he kept pacing in front of her ward nervously.

"That bastard Raymond, she ended up here all because of him."

The ward door pushed open as the doctors stepped out. "So?" he asked curiously.

"She had indeed hit her head hard, but it's not grave; it obviously won't kill her." 

This was what Kizo needed—an assurance that she was going to wake up even if she stayed in a coma for years.

"And it's just a minor coma; she might wake up sooner than we expect."

"Thank you," Kizo could now sigh in relief as he walked in and sat next to Grace.

"So stubborn, you should have listened to me when I asked you not to come here... Or maybe you could have gotten the sign when he broke my finger and not gone after him."