บท 365: Broken Dream [1]

Pain.

Pain.

He was in so much pain.

The world was dark, and while he couldn't see or even feel his surroundings, he was in searing agony.

It felt as if someone had thrown his heart, if he had one, into a grinder judging by the organ-rending pain wrenching his chest.

His whole body was cold and felt heavy as if he was lying under a thousand corpses… corpses of friends he couldn't save.

Suddenly, he fluttered open his eyes.

He saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Only after looking around did he notice that he was in a hospital room.

He was dressed in a bleak blue patient robe and several medical machines were monitoring his vitals.

He saw people sitting around him, their faces lighting up with relieved and joyous smiles upon seeing him wake up.

They opened their mouths to greet him but he couldn't comprehend their words.

These people seemed familiar but… he had no recollection of ever meeting them.