Ezra's eyes opened suddenly, his vision snapping back into focus as the familiar ceiling of his tent came into view above him. The fabric moved slightly from the wind outside, the faint creaking of the frame reminding him where he was.
His eyes narrowed immediately.
A quiet breath left his lips, then he sighed.
The memory came back.
After taking the heat stimulant pills, he had slumped on the ground without realizing it.
"I fainted…"
He muttered to himself; his voice low as he frowned slightly.
Again.
He pushed his body up slowly, feeling the stiffness in his arms as his muscles protested. His gaze dropped to his hands, noticing the bandages wrapped around them, clean but firm, showing that someone had taken the time to treat him properly.
"You are awake."
A cheerful voice came from his left.
Ezra turned his head without surprise because he already knew who it was.
"Didn't expect you to be the one resting on a bed," Ezra said calmly, his face still expressionless.
