Dion's lashes fluttered and slowly opened. He saw the ceiling of a dimly lit room and he slowly sat up, trying to get his thoughts together.
Memories from what previously transpired flooded his head, however, his body did not feel any residual pain or discomfort but felt relieved and comfortable.
"How are you feeling?" Dion heard a voice from a distance and he flinched.
He looked around and saw the Principal at the door. Her lips were curled in a friendly smile, with a tray of food in her hand and a short table on the other.
"Fine, I guess," Dion replied and watched her vigilantly as she made her way towards him.
She dropped the short table in front of him and placed the tray of food on it. "Eat up, so that we can discuss official matters."
Dion gave her a cautious glance.
