Three Days passed...
I woke to white ceiling and the smell of antiseptic.
Again.
But my body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong. Every muscle ached. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain that made thinking difficult. Even breathing hurt.
I tried to sit up.
But, it was a bad idea.
Pain lanced through my torso, my arms, my legs, everywhere, all at once. I fell back against the pillows with a groan that came out more like a whimper.
"Don't move."
The voice was sharp, professional, coming from my left.
I turned my head slowly and saw her.
The Healer. An older woman with iron-gray hair pulled back severely, her face lined with the kind of exhaustion that came from decades of treating injuries too severe to fully heal. She wore the white robes of the medical corps, marked with gold trim that indicated her rank.
