Noah sat quietly in his dorm room, staring at the pale light leaking through the curtains.
The window was half open.
A breeze pushed through lazily, making the pages of a book on his desk flip gently.
It was peaceful. Oddly so.
But inside his head, everything felt like a storm that hadn't passed.
It had been a few days since he'd returned to his room.
One month.
That's how long he had been unconscious.
A full month lost.
He leaned back into the hard wooden chair beside his desk.
Fingers twitching slightly as he remembered how they trembled when he first tried to sit up in that bed.
The healers had looked at him like a miracle.
Whispered to themselves when they thought he wasn't listening.
One of them had cried when they realized he wasn't dying anymore.
But that wasn't what was important.
The mid-term exams had been cancelled.
Well, postponed, at first.
But eventually cancelled in the form they were meant to take.
