"Ah… I see…" My voice was flat, devoid of the complex emotions swirling within me.
The nurse chuckled, a light, airy sound that seemed out of place in the sterile environment. "By the way, you were talking to yourself while you slept, you know. We were quite confused, but they say geniuses sometimes ramble."
Genius? More like a hopeless shut-in doctor.
I mused, a cynical remark forming in my mind. I amused myself for a fleeting moment by mocking her character, finding a perverse comfort in the familiar cynicism.
Anyway, a few minutes later, a middle-aged male doctor entered. He was carrying a tablet and a stethoscope, the familiar tools of his trade.
"Good morning, Kairi," he greeted kindly, his voice calm and professional.
Nakajima… So, that's his name.
I never really paid attention to this before.
My focus had always been on the arcane, not the mundane.
