Chapter 15: The Rise of a King
"This isn’t my room."
The room was small, almost empty. There was an IV in his right hand, a bunch of machines on his left side, and a small bed for one. Other than that, the room was just empty.
He pinched himself on the cheeks to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, or worse, dead.
"Well, looks like I’m alive."
He felt a bit of relief.
He got up and walked toward the window and looked outside. Only then did he realize he was in the school infirmary.
Right then, Elizabeth walked in.
He turned away from the window and gave her a soft look of relief. But before he could say a word, she tackled him—wrapping her arms around him and started sobbing. It was loud. Messy
Sylas couldn’t make it stop.
She cried, while squeezing him tighter.
"I get it, you miss me, but I’m still injured."