Keiko woke up in the evening the next day, surrounded by a burst of noises: the pitter-patter of footsteps, clamoring yells, and the clanging of bottles and jars.
The smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. Her entire body felt extremely sore, and it took a long time for her to just lift her fingers.
"Bed number 6! I need new anesthesia, hurry up!"
"Bed number 8! Where are the bandages?! What took it so long?!"
"Bed number 11! Please apply some alcohol to her wound, make sure it's properly disinfected!"
She struggled to open her eyes. The glaring light made her eyes wince, a bit bedazzled. She vaguely saw a swaying figure slowly approaching her, then the figure leaned over and greeted her gently while passing a glass of water.
"Second Lieutenant Lee, you are finally awake."
Keiko instantly recognized the voice—It was Jeanne's.
"Hmm..." Keiko replied weakly.
