As time passed, Kouta had plenty of time to think after his emotions died down. Thinking was all he really could do while he recovered. Several questions floated in his head while he tried to comprehend the whole situation. That grenade should have killed everyone that was close enough, yet it didn't. The worse they're going to get would be a few scars, but they should be missing limbs at the least. This was more that dumb luck, Kouta was sure. Speaking of weapons, A might have already left a clue for him unintentionally. Reaching for a remote, Kouta turned on the small TV by his bed. Of course, today's incident was all over the news. Maybe the police had found something? They did, luckily. The law had managed to recover the weapon used in the trap. That weapon was a M79 standalone grenade launcher. Kouta made sure to write this down. If video games had taught him anything, M79s were made mostly in America. Could that support a theory of A being of American decent? Not yet; more evidence would need to be collected first. Also, where the heck were the nurses? Kouta hasn't seen one since he's arrived. He didn't have much time to ponder this though, for one actually showed up.
She was a pleasant lady on the eyes, with long blonde hair, fair skin and hazel eyes. "Hey," he asked, "where are the other nurses?"
"I haven't seen them either. Strange, isn't it?" He recognized that voice! There'd be no way... "Can I see your back for a moment? I need to make sure you're healing properly." Kouta nodded, sitting up and removing his shirt. He flinched slightly when she pressed an icy hand on his gashes, but it wasn't painful. Quite the opposite, actually.
"I think you were in a dream of mine not too long ago. Funny."
The woman chuckled at this, "Was I? That is funny, granting we've never met before, Yamato-san."
"Just call me Kouta. Could I get a name from you?"
"Certainly, Kouta. You may call me Margaret. It's a pleasure meeting you face-to-face."
"That's an interesting name. You're not from here, are you?"
"No. I'm sorry, but it would be difficult to explain where I come from. On the other hand, your back looks fine. You should be fit to leave. I'm glad your stay here was a short one." She smiled again. "All I have to do now is get that IV out of your arm." As she was saying this, Margaret was already peeling off the itchy tape from Kouta's forearm. "Brace yourself. 1... 2... 3." The high school student grimaced as the IV cord was removed. He didn't expect the feeling to be pleasant, but he has had worse. Margaret then promptly wrapped a bandage around the IV site to stop the bleeding. "I have to get going now, I have other patients that need my care. Who knows? Maybe I'll see you again, but hopefully not here." With that, the mysterious nurse left Kouta's room and vanished within the hospital.
That was certainly odd, Kouta thought. He took a moment to feel his back, and he found it remarkably healed. All that remained were light pink scars. There's no way that could happen naturally; even paper cuts take at least a few days to heal, so shrapnel wounds healing in the span of a few hours arose suspicion on both himself and Margaret. Reaching into the room's closet, Kouta retrieved his usual clothes: a simple grey t-shit, blue jeans, and a black jacket. He felt relieved that he was discharged from the hospital already, but felt a little unnerved on what is going on. To add even more tension, his phone vibrated. Kouta was almost too freaked out to check it, but his nerves of steel shone through. It read:
"Gather your friends and muster your courage. The second you leave that hospital, it's game on.
This can't end well. A had something planed for them, and it wasn't going to be pretty based on last time. If there was any opportunity to back out before, there isn't any now. The second Kouta and his friends left the building, A would target them again. There's no avoiding it. With his renewed strength, Kouta half walked half ran down the hospital halls and down the stairs, eventually finding himself in the hospital lobby. It was vacant, and the night sky outside looked nothing but ominous. Kouta soon found himself pacing back and fourth, waiting for his friends that will come down here sooner or later. None of them had a choice at this point; Kouta felt like everyone was at the mercy of A, and he hated it.