Blake stood outside the hospital, his arms crossed and his eyes distant.
It was nearing evening.
Amanda had gone to the washroom to freshen up. He could tell the girl was doing her best not to panic, but she was barely holding herself together.
"Sir, please get some rest." A voice came from his left.
Blake let out a quiet sigh. "I've been sitting for most of the day, Lara."
He turned toward his secretary before asking, "How is she?"
Lara nodded. "Doing better. The toxins have been removed, and she should be back on her feet within a day or two."
Blake exhaled slowly. "She's a true monster to survive after facing someone from the League. Not to mention, the officers reported that Spark came into play during their clash."
"Genesis Fields? A clash between two Special Grades should have caused far more destruction." Lara's voice carried both confusion and concern.
