Alan quickly placed Ridge on the ground, using his lap as a cushion. Lena checked up on Alan's wound and temperature. "Adrian his fever has receded a little and his wound hasn't deteriorated."

Adrian was relieved to hear this.

At that moment, Ridge opened his eyes. He had woken up but was wheezing due to his weakened state. Adrian kneeled before him and held his shoulder.

Weakly, Ridge asked, "L-Legate? Am I dreaming? Wh-What are you doing here?"

Adrian smiled and replied, "Welcome back, Ridge. You're back with the team."

'I'm back?' Those words caused Ridge to tremble. He turned around and saw Alan, Firestorm, and other familiar faces.

"Ridge, you're all right." Berserk walked over. His right arm had been blown off and was covered with bandages. Thankfully, the medics were able to treat his wound in time, so it was not infected.

"Berserk, your arm… It's…"

Berserk smiled. "It's just an arm, it’s fine. I'm just glad you're okay."

Ridge took a deep breath, his eyes becoming sl