Chapter 8: Price of Survival
Logan’s eyes flew open only to shut an instant later as an immensely bright white light burned his retinas but his vision soon adjusted revealing a pure white place.
"Is this Heaven? How tacky, could use some color." Logan sneered.
"Hahaha! First time I’ve heard someone say such a thing. Calling Heaven tacky, no one would believe if I told them." A kind, mature voice laughed out beside Logan.
Logan turned in the pristine white bed he was in to take a look at the person, the man had on a white lab coat that contrasted his black hair and silver streaks.
He had a tanned skin that complemented his dark brown eyes, the faint wrinkles he had on the side of his eyes magnified by his smile.
"My name is Head Healer Obel but you may call me Obel, pleasure to make your acquaintance Logan Kress." Obel managed to say once he stopped releasing the occasional chuckle.
"So I’m alive? What happened after I passed out?" Logan asked the head healer.
"If the Royal Academy wills it, you wouldn’t die even if you want to." Obel commented on the first part of Logan’s question.
"We rushed in a few seconds after Aaron left the assessment room." Obel finished, answering Logan’s questions.
’Aaron, that’s the name of the person that saved me. Casting spells without saying a single word, there are truly amazing people in the world.’ Logan thought to himself.
Logan started examining his body, apart from the white hospital gown he currently had on and the memories, there was no trace whatsoever of the gruesome event he had gone through.