Chapter 47: Hospital Room
The light streaming through the room was painfully bright as my groggily shut eyes fluttered open.
My head was still dizzy, but aside from that, I felt fine; as though someone had extracted the injuries from my body.
"Is this some kind of magic?" I muttered, confused by how rejuvenated I felt. Not even healers could eliminate all the pain.
"Darling... good morning." A sweet, gentle, and soothing voice rang in my ear like the chorus of a church hymn.
By my bedside was Frieren, whose eyes screamed of exhaustion. Blood was marked all over her hand, not someone else’s blood, but her own.
"What happened to...?" I tried to jolt up to check her condition, only to discover I was tied up.
The grip of the rope was tight but I felt no discomfort at the same time. The room smelt like rain, blood and a bit of freshly plucked fruit.
"I think you should rest first, darling," she pleaded, rising from the chair next to my hospital bed.
This was the second time I had awakened in a hospital, and both times I woke to the sight of a pretty young lady. This time, though, she was tired and bloody.
"What?... No, why did you do it?"
Frieren smiled at me as she picked up a tray of apples with a knife.