Cabanela woke up slowly in an unfamiliar room. White walls. White blanket. Not home. Not the junkyard office. Uncomfortable bandaging, dull ache everywhere ... hospital.
"Finally awake, are you?"
Cabanela turned his head and saw the professor perched on a chair at his bedside.
The night's events crashed in on him. He opened his mouth to ask the only question on his mind, but the professor must have seen it written all over his face because he was already shaking his head.
"No news of them."
Yet, Cabanela mentally added and would keep adding until conclusive evidence told him otherwise.