Hiya! Sorry I haven't posted in SO long! First, my grandfather asked for a fanfiction featuring him, and that took me weeks (still not finished though, needs translating). Then I went on vacation. Then someone else was promised a fanfiction (I still need to figure out how to transfer documents from my tablet to computer...). Then I was working all last weekend… So yeah. I know I promised y'all that I was going to only do this story… But it's much longer than I thought it would be. :P So, I will work on this FIRST before anything else, and then work on other things. I hope you guys understand. Oh, and one more thing! I can't wait to get the newest Layton game! I hear they are going to explain what happened to Emmy! I kinda saw a spoiler… So yeah… Not a spoiling spoiler, but the kind you'll see at the end of an episode of a show showing the next episode and you're like "Wait, WHAT?! I have to see that episode or I will DIE!"… If you want to hear the spoiler just PM me and I'll tell you what I saw! But for the story, since I both don't know any of the details and don't want to even hint at anything for y'all, I won't describe Emmy's return, leaving lay-way for pretty much anything that could have happened! :D Nothing you will see will spoil anything! So anywho, sorry for taking up so much of your time! XD To the story!

"Do you think he'll ever wake up?" Rung softly in the ears of Professor Layton.

"I don't know, I just don't." He heard as well. His eyes opened slowly, and consciousness began to come back to him little by little. At first, he couldn't define anything around himself. Not even what the voices were saying. All he could understand was gibberish and mumbling. Other than the fact that two voices were saying something, all he could tell was the fact that the room was bright.

Then he realized that it was also cold…

Then he was lying down…

He didn't have his hat on…

He was wearing hospital clothes…

The bed was hard…

There were two people in front of him…

One walked away…

The other saw him.

All at once, all consciousness came back to him when the remaining figure ran over to him and threw their arms around him.

"PROFESSOR! PROFESSOR YOU'RE ALIVE! I MEAN AWAKE!" He knew this voice… these arms wound so tightly round his neck he could barely breath…

"Yes Randall…" He choked out. After that, Randall let go of him.

"Sorry Hersh, it's just that the doctors didn't know if you would ever wake up!" And that's when the professor began to realize in how much pain he was in… He simply needed a reminder. He groaned.

"Are you all right Hersh?" Randall asked.

"I think so… What happened?"

"I'm not completely sure. Someone went to my door one morning and told me you were in a coma!" The professor's eyes opened wide. A coma! Oh no… "Angela and I have been coming to see you every day since then… It's been a whole month." The professor closed his eyes tightly. An entire month? What a dreadfully long amount of time. "But don't worry about your class, Dean Delmona made sure to get a qualified substitute!" The professor sighed and opened his eyes, what a relief that was!

"Anything else I should know? Where's Flora?"

"She's been staying with Angela and I. And actually, there is… Rosetta's also in a coma." Hershel took a deep breath. He hurt a young lady. This was all his fault! How was he going to make it up to her? What if she never lived for him to even try? "But you can go home today probably… I'll go ask the doc!" Randall raced out of the room, leaving the professor alone with his thoughts for a moment before he noticed Angela walking into the room.

"Hello, Hershel." Angela said softly. Hershel smiled. His friend had such a soothing voice. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm in quite a bit of pain, actually, but I'll be fine!" Angela smiled. And, bending down next to him, she lifted the covers of the hospital bed just enough to expose the professor's lower right leg, and the bandage wrapped tightly around it. Angela took off the bandage and began to replace it with another one. Hershel looked at the wound on his leg, no wonder he was in so much pain.

"Don't worry Hershel," Angela said kindly. "The doctor told me to do this. Your nurse has such rough hands…" Hershel smiled and let out the slight chuckle.

"Thank-" But before he could utter out anything else. Randall came running in the room with two armfuls of letters. Dropping them on the chair next to Layton and creating a loud "THUMP" sound in the almost empty room in which almost any sound could become an echo.

"Doc says to let you rest here for a few more hours before you go. So I thought you could pass the time with some of these!"

"What are they?"

"They're get well cards obviously! Let me see…" Randall began the salvage through the pile and pull out a few. "You've gotten cards from Luke's old home town, Mysthallery or something or other. You've gotten from Monte d'Or, from all over London… Even from America and China and Japan! Let me see… Anton Herzen, Katia Anderson, Henry, Dalston, Phoenix Wright, Luke over in America, of course! His parents… A power company? Oh well, they're not ALL get well cards I suppose!" He tossed the last letter back into the pile. "But most should be. News of your incapacitation is all over the world! I figured you might like to look through them, most probably have puzzles in them!" He picked up two letters and handed them to the professor, one with the name "Emmy Altava" written elegantly on it. A letter which the professor looked at, never actually opening it, and then tossed back into the pile for later. He then opened the other one he was given with "Sammy Thunder" scrawled almost unable to be read in the front and read it. A smile crept across his face and he chuckled once or twice as he did. Finishing the note and putting it down, the professor just had to ask.

"Has Flora come to see me during this month of absence?"

Randall shook his head and sighed sadly. "No, she just couldn't bear to see you in the state you've been in… She can't wait to see you awake though!" Hershel simply nodded and continued to look through more of the letters that had accumulated over the past month, over time finally noticing his regular clothes and his hat sitting on a chair next to him, and the fact that there was a bandage wrapped around his head, that and how much it unfortunately hurt… That didn't stop him from reading the letters and solving the puzzles though!

Ok, so, I have no clue how hospitals are in England, so I'm not sure just how accurate this is in that sense… On a completely different note, I was listening to music writing this and heard "Friends" by Michael W. Smith, and linking the lyrics with Professor, I wanted to cry! It's a really good song, and it's clean. You should listen to it if you're up for some tears. Sorry by the way, that this chapter was so short, but what's going to happen after this needs to be smushed into one chapter and that plus this would probably take too long seeing as to the fact that I have to get to work soon… :P I hope you liked it though! :D (By the by, was it too choppy?)