章 48: 48. I don't know him.

In an hospital room, a young man laid on a bed with casts around his right leg and left arm. His left side jaw was wired to his teeth to keep it stable while it healed up.

Around his neck was a hard collar to support his broken neck. It's been weeks since he ended up in this state, and the only improvement since then were his repaired nose and ribs. At least now he could breath without the excessive pain in his chest.

"Mr. Hundurin," A voice called, and Gray moved his eyes to see the person, as he couldn't turn his neck or any other part of his body carelessly. The best he could do was move his eyes till it hurt.

"You again?" He hissed as he realized who his visitors were. His voice was almost lower than a whisper. Even talking was stressful for the young man.

"We were informed that you're now able to speak, therefore you can answer some questions too." Walter Jones says as he and James take positions on both sides of the bed.

"I have nothing to—"