"Ugh…"
When I woke up, I felt terrible and exhausted. Deciding not to get up, I continued to lie on bed and stare up blankly at the ceiling. I didn't need my glasses to tell me that it was morning outside. Or at least it was daytime – I could see the sunlight stream through the windows.
Blinking several times, I forced myself to sit up on the bed, grimacing as my sore muscles ached from the effort. Reaching out for my glasses, I put them on and glanced around. As I suspected – especially since I could detect the faint scent of ethanol and disinfectant – I was in the infirmary. A public hospital that was reserved by the Global Federation to take care of injured participants in the national high school tournament.
