Zoemi slowly opened his eyes, his whole body hurt but not as much as he expected it to.
The black-haired boy was a bit uncomfortable laying on his stomach but since he knew his back must have been in a terrible condition, he only wiggled a bit to shift his torso into a more comfortable position.
"..."
Zoemi could feel the bandages tightly wrapped around his body, as well as the oily salves that must have been applied by the medics.
So Miriette didn't ask the heroine to heal me... Well... as expected โ all in all, that might be for the best. The less interaction between those two, the better...|
The boy thought to himself, trying to focus his dizzy mind on the important matters, but it was honestly near impossible because of certain distractions...
What is this smell...l? It's so nice... It's so familiar too...|
Zoemi sniffed the bedding he was laying on and felt incredibly relaxed, he was still all groggy from the sleep but he raised his head a bit to look around.
