The rhythmic beeping of a heart rate monitor stirred me awake. As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a hospital bed, the smell of medicine and bright lights forcing my eyelids to narrow against the harsh glare.
I tried to stand up from the bed, but my back ached. My body was recovering from the stunt I did. Also, I don't know if Shayne, the host of this body, is still awake or living. Since I could open my eyes, I believed nothing was wrong, and he should be fine.
I tried to summon the system, but nothing happened. It seemed the gods' aid was a onetime offer, revoked once I severed ties with them. Since I had severed my ties with them, I don't believe I'll get any aid from them.
I lay on my bed for some more. It may not be good to strain the weak body. Like forcing an egg to sustain the force of an oncoming vehicle, it was something I wanted to prevent. Resting would be the better course of action.
