Get well soon

Meanwhile, in California, Raven Waxson was lying on a small hospital-like bed. His left leg was tied with a nonstick bandage and elevated with a cloth tied at the head of the bed.

He was half-conscious, and could barely make-out anything in his surroundings.

With his blurred vision, he caught the sight of somebody walking to him some minutes later.

“Future Don!“ the voice said.

Raven tried to remember whose voice he was hearing; but he couldn't because his head and ear were ringing in pain. The only thing he could do was raise one of his hands to wave whoever it was.

“You don't recognise me?“ asked the voice. “It's me—Venom.“

A muffled sound escaped Raven's lips, and he immediately propped his hands on the bed's pillow and stood up even though his legs were still in pain.

He still couldn't see clearly; but his gaze was good enough to scan the face in front of him and know he was really who he says he is.

“It's worse than I expected,” Venom chuckled, like he was very amus