TWO DAYS LATER!
The first thing Albedo saw when he woke up was a sterile white ceiling. His vision was still blurry as if waking up from a long, feverish dream, yet as he adapted to the environment, he found himself on a hospital bed.
He blinked and looked around, not feeling any pain. Instead, he felt refreshed, like he could punch a dragon. He sat up and and looked around the infirmary.
There was 15 beds lined in arcing rows, and Albedo noted that he wasn't alone. Three other students lay nearby, one unconscious, one reading silently, the third staring blankly at the ceiling in a trauma-induced daze.
Then he noticed the faint hum of a projection crystal in the corner. A shimmering flat screen hovered beside a bookshelf, playing a news broadcast. The anchor's voice was clipped and composed, but there was no mistaking the fury buried beneath her tone.
