Chapter 63: Meeting
Hospital Ward
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The first thing Leon registered was the sharp sting of disinfectant.
White curtains swayed softly around his bed, and the faint glow of healing wards pulsed above him.
His body ached from head to toe, every nerve sore, as though he had been thrown into a furnace and left to cool.
"…We're… alive?"
His lips cracked the words out like a question.
Across from him, Aiden sat propped up with bandages wrapped tight around his torso, grinning weakly.
"Barely. Damn, Leon, remind me never to pick fights with demons again. Hurts like hell."
"You say that like you won't do it again tomorrow,"
Elara muttered from the next bed, her pale hair loose against the pillow. Even her usually composed face was pale, eyes rimmed with exhaustion. Still, her gaze was sharp, following the steady flow of the healing runes around the ward.