He was alive; he had no idea how he had survived, but he did.
Really, the moment his body hit the ground, the thought that it was the end, never would he have thought that the wings really worked. They had slowed him down just enough, just enough for him not fall to his death.
And yet, his eye flinched as he gripped his chest tighter; his ribs were all messed up. The pain was almost unbearable, as if a boulder had fallen on him. So he quickly lay back on the bed, trying his best not to worsen his injury.
Taking the blanket off, he saw that his body was covered in bandages. Of course, the marks from using partial control were still there, the circles around his heart and soul, glowing under the bandages.
They could never be covered.
He looked to be inside the Inn again, so from what he expected happened, someone had found him, or maybe even the Inn owner herself, and brought him here, so that they could treat him.
What he didn't understand was why.
