To Dante, waking up in hospital beds has been a frequent occurrence in the last few years. He had long since lost count of how much he spent on medical expenses, but since most of his earnings went to it, he was still conscious of the damage it left on his wallet.
The last thing Dante wanted was to get used to things ending this way. Nevertheless, it kept happening again and again, and this time, it turned out to be especially painful.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…"
[You are up.] A calm voice spoke in his head.
'I wish I weren't.' Dante replied.
Though he was feeling pain from all over his body, his limbs refused to move, causing an inexplicable sense of horror to creep up in his mind. His dry, aching throat made it difficult to raise his voice, so he couldn't even scream or call anyone. It didn't help that he had an oxygen tube stuck to his nose, adding to the discomfort.
'How… how long was I asleep?' He asked internally
