Chapter 24
I… do not really recall, how I came to be here: lying on a thin mattress in a small, dimly lit, flimsy room which smells sharp and vaguely unpleasant. My head throbs mightily and spins like a children’s toy. My sight wavers and dims erratically. My heart – my whole body – pounds like a racing horse. My blood feels like it is boiling inside. My breathing is as laboured as after a full day of exercise. And Atlanta is fidgeting beside me, wringing her hands and looking quite distressed. – What happened?
I need to ask her. However, Opening my eyes feels quite tiring, let alone opening my mouth, forget moving my limbs. Trying to recall the sequence of events that sent me to this odd place, state and situation makes my insides roil worse, as well, so I stop doing all those. The only thing left to do, then, is to close my eyes again and try to calm my insides down from their inexplicable frenzy.
Unfortunately, I am poked and prodded all too soon, with things that a white-uniform-clad Midgardian explains as, in short, health-related measuring tools.
And then the… healer?… proclaims that I am “recovered enough.” But from what?