Kyran Pov
I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. Every part of my body hurts. My head pounded. My chest ached. My arms and legs felt weak, as if they could not hold my weight.
I opened my eyes and saw the white ceiling of the healer's room. Again. This was becoming a bad habit.
"You are awake," the healer said from somewhere to my left. "That is good. You have been unconscious for almost a full day."
"A day," I said. My voice came out rough and scratchy. "That long."
"Yes," the healer said and came into view. She was holding a cup of water. "You lost a lot of blood. Internal bleeding that I could not fully explain. But you are healing now."
She helped me sit up, and I took the water gratefully. My throat felt like sandpaper. After I finished drinking, I looked around the room.
"Where is Rex?" I asked.
"He woke up yesterday," the healer said. "He is back in his room resting. He asked about you several times."
