Weylin blinked twice, his eyesight being hazy. With a few more blinks, his vision cleared. An unfamiliar pastel blue ceiling welcomed him.

Where am I? Weylin thought, squinting his eyes.

He put his hand on his forehead, out of habit while waking up, only to realize that there was a wet cloth on his forehead. Frowning, he propped his body on his elbows.

Abruptly, his eyes fell on Garaine who was sleeping on her arms which were kept on the edge of the bed while she sat on the stool. She fell a