บท 115: Shaken

Monk was currently lying down on the medical bed in the private room. His arms felt light and he was seeing white in his vision from the blood loss. Monk lifted his arms with the little energy he had and placed them over his chest where he had been hit.

The doctors had done a good job and had stitched up the wound. Monk didn't quite know what happened after he entered the arena but he knew one thing, he was currently alive and well. All he wanted to do now was close his eyes and sleep. Just as Monk was about to though, he could hear a commotion going on just outside from his bed.

The bed he was in was surrounded by a white curtain to keep privacy between patients. The curtain was thin so Monk was able to see a shadow of three people on the other side of the curtain. Each of them wore a long white robe and had something held in their hand that looked like a clipboard.

"Oh, it must just be the doctors coming to check up on me." Monk thought.