What About My Right

“What... Who?” Ed was confused. They were in Switzerland. There shouldn’t be any disturbances.

“That... you’d better meet him yourself.” Otiz bowed his head.

“What’s wrong with you? Ugh...” Ed got down from AJ’s bed, half-jumping. He forgot that his body hadn't recovered yet.

AJ was not the only one with side effects. Ed’s body wasn’t fully recovered either. His back and hips still ached; he shouldn’t even be active yet. Ed forced himself to do so because he didn't want to leave AJ alone.

“Who wants to see me?” Ed hobbled out, grumbling and puzzled. Otiz usually chased away unimportant visitors, and at this moment, Ed considered everyone unimportant.

“Over there.” Otiz pointed towards the waiting room, which resembled a living room. Each room in that hospital did indeed look more like an apartment with complete facilities.

Ed continued walki