Zelda didn't like hospitals.

She'd paced from one end of the room to the other about a hundred times, stopping only when she decided that any healers who saw her would decide she was crazy. She finally sat in the seat by the door and sent a letter to his brother. And then it was just waiting, in a hospital, for something to happen. Waiting by Alfred's bed felt like waiting by her mother's bed in the house in Bartonburg. She couldn't focus on anything, and should have left, but could not do that, either.

Finally, he woke up.

"Hey," Zelda said. "How do you feel?"

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