Ashrosaliera woke up in the infirmary, with a curtain covering all sides, except to the left, which was a window looking outside, viewing Macy City.
Groggily sitting up, she found her body wrapped in bandages. Mostly around her head, shoulders, and knees.
She tried to ignore it, but her body hurt like hell, her bones ached, and her muscles were pulsating like something alive squirmed beneath her skin.
She noticed herself to be in a patient gown, a fragile fabric covering the front and barely anything to cover her flesh from behind.
"Zofia…"
Without a second thought, Ash immediately stood up from her bed, bearing all the pain and fatigue, she limped away, bumping into a chair right next to her bed, which was probably from one of the visitors.
"Zofia… Please be here."
There were only two places Zofia Adinberg could've been, Ash thought. Either here, in the infirmary, or in the morgue, covered in Ice, awaiting her parents to come and see her body for one last time.
