บท 298: The Morning Comes

Lee Seng's eyes fluttered open. He kicked the bed sheet off his torso as if on some sort of bodily reaction. He could feel the perfect temperature. It wasn't hot nor cold. He wasn't... Burning. He let out a small yawn as he pushed himself up. 

'Where am I?' Lee Seng wondered. He was back in the hospital. 'Dammit… What happened?' Flashes of the battle appeared in his head. He remembered the fights. The stalemates. The large flaming magma ball that came out of Kaleb's nunchucks.

"It did happen!" Lee Seng said a little too loud. 

"Huh?" Manny shot up from his slumped spot. He was sitting in the corner to Lee Seng's right. "Lee? What's wrong?" Manny shot out of his seat and over to Lee Seng.

"Wh… Aren't you supposed to be in quarantine until tomorrow?" Lee Seng's groggy voice asked. He watched Manny rub the eye boogers off as he leaned onto the bed.