Damn The Author

"Ugh..."

I slowly blinked my eyes open, the world flickering in and out of focus.

The sterile white walls of the infirmary hit me first. The faint smell of antiseptic invaded my nose, and my head felt like a pounding war drum.

It all felt nauseating.

Then came the warmth of sunlight filtered through the window. A soft breeze followed, fluttering through the curtains. It calmed down my nerves, if only a little.

'Where... am I?'

The question crawled its way to the surface of my sluggish mind.

I tried to move, but my body screamed in protest. The chains that had held me were gone, but the pain lingered, leaving my body numb.

'Wait, chains.'

My hand shot up to my forehead, trembling as it moved. I traced every inch of skin, expecting torn flesh, exposed bone—something.

But there was nothing.