Layena stared blankly at the ceiling.
The mechanical beeping of the monitor tracking her heart rate echoed softly through the room. Her body still felt numb. Thick bandages wrapped around her head and face, leaving only her left eye and mouth uncovered.
The faint smell of floor cleaner lingered…she hated this smell.
At the moment, more than pain, she felt emptiness.
Perhaps they had used some kind of medicine to suppress her pain receptors.
Considering the condition she had been brought in, that was understandable. She could barely remember what was happening after a point.
"Layena... can you hear me?"
A familiar voice came from her left.
She slowly turned her eye and found Ethan, Hannah, and Clara standing there.
The moment their eyes met, Ethan visibly relaxed, though stress still lingered there.
"How... long... has..." she barely managed to mutter through her dry throat. Even dragging out a few syllables felt exhausting.
