I sat up with a groan, my limbs seemingly stuck to the bed. Rubbing the back of my lids, I could make out white curtains surrounding me. Remembering what happened earlier, I decided that I was in the infirmary. There should be window at my back where these streams of sunlight that landed on the sheets came from.
As I waited for my hazy vision to subside, someone with a familiar voice spoke. "How are you feeling?"
I straightened, clarity crashing upon me in a beat. I shifted to the left and saw him. Ivory-colored robes embroidered in gold, pale-blond hair and eyes the deepest of browns like chocolate—it was the insufferable healer.
My brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
He was looking directly at me, his expression flat with a mix of dismay. Suddenly, he raised a hand and smacked my forehead with his point finger so hard that it could have left a red mark. Was this his vengeance for me punching him?
