They stopped outside another ward and West immediately pushed the door open.
Inside, a patient lay unconscious with thin body and pale skin.
Medical equipment surrounded the bed as a monitor beeped rhythmically beside them.
Angel Trigger glanced toward the patient. "Who is this?"
"Someone who suffered grievous injuries," West walked toward the bed. "They've been unconscious for weeks."
Angel Trigger crossed his arms. "And?"
West looked back at him. "You said there was no way to heal injuries like your brother's."
"I said the available methods have limits."
"Exactly."
West reached toward the empty air and Angel Trigger watched as a ripple appeared.
In the next instant, a transparent bottle materialized in West's hand.
Angel Trigger's eyes immediately widened. 'Where the hell did he get that from?'
Inside the bottle was a glowing crimson liquid.
Angel Trigger stared at it. "What the hell is that?"
