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"Alright..." Josey agreed, not sure he liked how simple that was but it was better than what he could come up with.

Denis, Morgan, and Doris found themselves in a section of the palace's medical ward. It was not large, intended only for the Crimson King himself or other officials, as Mercer Island had a largely facility that was a dedicated hospital.

They were lain on rustic cots, with white sheets that matched the white ceiling, walls, and floors, with white curtains dividing them.

Morgan's wounds had been rewrapped. Denis' face felt distinctly numb--if he prodded it, he would feel the wires beneath his skin where his cheekbone had been pieced back together. Doris had gotten an icepack.