"This is becoming a habit…"
Seam had lost count of how many times he had woken up in the infirmary since he began to take missions in the Arctic. The number wasn't actually high, but happening right after one another made it feel like so. 'Did I break the illusion?' Sean tried to sit upright but winced from the pain in his abdomen. There was a patch over an injury, and it still looked fresh.
"Don't move," A medic warned Sean.
"Is this reality this time?"
He knew the question was pointless, but he asked anyway. He couldn't handle another one like the last one again.
"Sadly, this is reality," the medic sighed as he continued to tend to Sean's wounds. Sean looked around the infirmary and saw others also getting treated or those who had already gotten treated. From the edge of vision, he saw a tendril-like thing drying up outside the door.
"What is that?"
