I opened my eyes only to see an unfamiliar ceiling.
'Right,' I thought, recalling the events of the night.
After absorbing the fires, I was in no state to do anything else. It took my everything just to keep my wounds managed and tended so that I could regain my health and strength.
'How long has it been since I last slept in bed?' I asked myself, scanning the room with my eyes.
Reaching this place was the last memory of yesterday that I had. The second I plummeted to this bed, my memory was cut.
'What's the time,' I thought, raising my hand to wipe my eyes clear. I then looked around in search of a window.
'Not so late,' I realized after taking a moment to judge the position of the sun by the angle of its rays that snuck into the room.
When I dropped nearly dead on this bed, I was covered with bleeding injuries. Yet, even though the sun has yet to properly rise, my body was perfectly fine.
