My eyes creaked open, vision blurry and my thoughts scattered. The first thing I saw was a dull white ceiling, sterile and painfully bright.
I groaned.
It took a few seconds, but the stiffness faded from my limbs. My body felt like I'd been slammed around by a freight train—again—but at least I wasn't bleeding out anymore.
Turning my head, I spotted the familiar bubblegum pink hair of the nurse. Yep, same one. She was scribbling something on a sleek tablet, tapping it with her long, overly manicured nails.
'Huh… we're back to sci-fi aesthetics now?' I thought, blinking the haze out of my eyes.
She noticed me stirring, but didn't bother greeting me like a normal person. Her eyes flicked up from her tablet, gave me a once-over, then went back down.
Not even a "good morning" for the guy who was grievously injured.
I slowly sat up on the bed, muscles groaning with resistance, but otherwise... no pain.
