When Ezra opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the pale ceiling of the infirmary.
He had spent an entire day inside the infirmary of the Black Zone Base.
The room was quiet compared to the chaos he had experienced inside the Black Zone, although it was still filled with the sounds of nurses moving between beds, the faint clinking of medical equipment, and the occasional groan coming from students who had yet to recover from their injuries.
A nurse stationed in the infirmary approached Ezra and checked his body immediately.
She carefully examined his bandages, checked his condition, and recorded his recovery statistics before finally stepping back.
"You are discharged, Mr. Ezra Ashenlocke. Just make sure to rest well."
The nurse said calmly before leaving his side to check on the other male students who had also returned from the Black Zone.
Ezra looked around the infirmary.
Some students weren't doing any better than him.
