"How did he even get this hurt?"
"It's Han… I fucking knew there was something off when we brushed past him in the hallways."
"Devon, let's not jump to conclusions."
"Tell me then, Vik. Who or what could've possibly hurt him this much?"
Ambrose lay in a bed, eyes fluttering weakly as Viktor and Devon talked at the other side of the room. He recognised the room—the Guild's infirmary.
The nurses and doctors would probably be stunned that he was in here again barely hours after being discharged. He could tell that much from the look on their faces before leaving the room.
'My… arm…' even his mental voice was rough at the edges. 'Aura, you told me I'd be good as new after the black key takes me back.'
[I mean… technically you are, right? There aren't any physical injuries or anything.]
'Yet I feel like shit.' he heaved back a curse. 'Fuck… just show me my mission rewards. It's been a long day.'
[Rewards loaded.]
