Chapter 215: Survived and New Pieces

And then, there was light. 

"Ugh… Fuck…" I muttered as my head felt like it was about to split open, and just as I began to move around, I tried to swallow some saliva in order to parch my dried throat. 

But just as I did, a searing pain erupted from the bottom of my esophagus, as if I had just tried to swallow pure magma instead of my own saliva. 

It hurt. It hurt terribly, but it wasn't as painful as having your neck and windpipe crushed. 

"Ah… Wait, that's right… I can breathe," I muttered and then took a look around me, noticing I was back at the Wony household, once again in the infirmary. 

"You damn suicidal maniac. I want to have a break, and you're just making my life harder. Taking care of the head is more than enough work, but if you keep getting hurt, then I don't even get a chance to breathe," The doctor said as he walked up to the side of the bed and placed his hands around my cheeks.