I lost.
No.
I failed.
But even those words don't seem to sum up what happened. I'm staring at the ceiling of the dim medical ward. Quiet, peaceful, but mostly eerie at this time of morning. My mind meanders and wonders as I float in and out of consciousness.
The nurse and her students bustle around quietly. Softly whispering to the few other patients in the room. My bandages are lifted, and the marks applied yesterday are checked. I decline breakfast, only to be given a small bowl of fruit anyways. I eat the few orange slices in the bowl their tangy flavor is like a shock through my waking tongue, but once I've finished the nurse who had been idling nearby decided to leave.
I sigh placing the cool pillow on my face. By now the worst of my injuries were almost healed. I think I could walk if I tried, but even with the high-level marks used on me I still feel horrible. My internal clock tells me it's approaching noon.
