When I called Mrs. Novak to inquire whether Martinus was alright, she was shaken, but she told me to come.
Grandpa accompanied me to the Novak's house, where a Healer was helping Martinus recover. It seemed like he was conscious now, trapped in a healing sphere, frowning from the pain and discomfort.
"Marty!" I said, running to his side and stopping before I crossed the sphere. "Are you alright? How are you feeling? I'm so sorry this happened to you…"
"He'll be alright by tomorrow," the Healer said, "if you don't disturb him. It's just a minor concussion. I've finished the work, now he just needs to rest."
"Amy," Martinus said, trying to sit up.
"Don't move, Mr. Novak."
"Stay put, Marty," I said. "I'll stay right here with you, on that sofa, until you get better."
Grandpa sighed, ob
