[ The Machine makes the hospital arrangements for Zenaida Martin, on behalf of her beloved uncle, Harold Swan; and since he is a wealthy man with no children of his own, he spares no expense for his niece, who was orphaned young and now only has him and a handful of friends.
A private hospital room with the best view the building has, chairs comfortable enough to make a person weep with joy, and on-demand room service for Zenaida and her guests. Uncle Swan is busy, but he'll be by to visit as soon as he's able. In the meantime, family friend Detective Lionel Fusco makes rounds, and Zenaida drifts in and out of sleep thanks to a steady stream of gradually weaker painkillers.
"Zenaida" isn't sure how much time has passed since she was in the car with "Uncle Swan," but that's fine. What matters is that she's alive, that the bullet caught her in a less deadly place on her body. She's alive. She survived. She fought so hard for them all, and then worked hard on herself for a year and a half, and now she's back, alive, waiting to be healed up enough to start walking again. ]
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A private hospital room with the best view the building has, chairs comfortable enough to make a person weep with joy, and on-demand room service for Zenaida and her guests. Uncle Swan is busy, but he'll be by to visit as soon as he's able. In the meantime, family friend Detective Lionel Fusco makes rounds, and Zenaida drifts in and out of sleep thanks to a steady stream of gradually weaker painkillers.
"Zenaida" isn't sure how much time has passed since she was in the car with "Uncle Swan," but that's fine. What matters is that she's alive, that the bullet caught her in a less deadly place on her body. She's alive. She survived. She fought so hard for them all, and then worked hard on herself for a year and a half, and now she's back, alive, waiting to be healed up enough to start walking again. ]