Zoemi slowly opened his eyes, his whole body hurt but not as much as he expected it to.
The black-haired boy was a bit uncomfortable laying on his stomach but since he knew his back must have been in a terrible condition, he only wiggled a bit to shift his torso into a more comfortable position.
"..."
Zoemi could feel the bandages tightly wrapped around his body, as well as the oily salves that must have been applied by the medics.
|So Miriette didn't ask the heroine to heal me... Well... as expected – all in all, that might be for the best. The less interaction between those two, the better...|
The boy thought to himself, trying to focus his dizzy mind on the important matters, but it was honestly near impossible because of certain distractions...
|What is this smell...l? It's so nice... It's so familiar too...|
Zoemi sniffed the bedding he was laying on and felt incredibly relaxed, he was still all groggy from the sleep but he raised his head a bit to look around.
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