{Jin's POV}
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Pain.
Not the sharp, immediate kind that makes you scream. This was duller, the kind that settled into your bones and made every breath feel like work.
I groaned, my eyes cracking open slowly. White ceiling. Stone walls. The smell of herbs and antiseptic.
Infirmary.
I tried to piece together what had happened. The goblin nest. The fight. Kyle. The club coming down.
And my arm—
I froze.
Slowly, afraid of what I'd see, I turned my head.
But it was there. Bandaged heavily, wrapped from shoulder to fingertips, but there.
I tried to move it, and pain flared immediately, making me wince. The fingers twitched slightly, responding but stiff and weak.
They reattached it?
I exhaled shakily, letting my head fall back against the pillow.
Then my head throbbed suddenly, sharp and vicious.
Shit—
I clutched my head with my right hand, gritting my teeth as the pressure built behind my eyes. The room blurred, edges darkening.
No. Not now. Not—
