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The air is warm, and stuffy, really stuffy, the annoying smell of different body odors, crushed by the oversaturation of alcohol reach my nose, lights barely reaching my closed eyelids as an uncomfortable heat smother my body.
I recognize this place.
That's an hospital.
My whole body hurt, I feel like I've been run over by a truck, two times, before being put in a laundry machine to clean the blood of my clothes, my bones are groaning, do I have something broken? Or worse? I don't feel really good, should I get up?
The sound of a door shift toward my left, two pairs of footsteps follow it.
The footsteps continue for a while, reaching a point beside my bed, after that? Silence.
Just, silence.
Well damn, the mood pretty heavy here, should I open my eyes and do some funny jokes? Hey auntie, hey dad actually I've been....fuck I don't even know what jokes I could say.
"Some rocks" A deep mumble make it's apparition. Similar to how my tone change when my veins were fueled with burns.
The exhausted whisper of a woman answer it "No, there won't be any rocks"
The man answer "I'm not asking."
The woman sigh but don't say anything after that.
Okay....what the fuck is happening?
The sound of someone moving toward me reach my ears before a strong familiar hand come to rest on my achy shoulders, squeezing my bruise hard "Pain is nothing, wake up."
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I jump up from my sleep, looking left and right at the safe zone, I barely get a hand up and drag it down my face as I grumble, fucking nightmare.
"You awake?" Mousy voice takes me out of my grogginess as I let out a "grung" and fall back down on my bed, my body sore, eyes hurting because of the light source above my head, circling the room like a fucking artificial sun.
"You fell unoncious after...." She doesn't finish her sentence but I don't need her to finish as she point toward some grunting and talking.
I open one eye winking away the blur and tears as I see the blurry figures of the others in front of two big dead boars.
Probably wondering what to do with their bodies, they look heavy after all "this fight"
I roll on my bed and take in a sharp breath as my rib inform me that, no, no, moving around wasn't the bestest of ideas.
"How" I swallow a bit to get rid of my gratty voice. "How long has it been?" It doesn't work.
Annie sit in front of my bed, ready for a conversation probably and she answer me "not even an hour, you just" she lift her hands and mime something deflating "plft, fell down, and fell unconscious" I roll again...fuck.
I really need to listen to my ribs more.
Mousy turn her head and look at me being all groggy under my blanket "you look like shit" I stop moving and look down at her "you're lucky I feel too much like shit to jump you for that" "jump me? Really?" "Yeah, I'll litterally sucker punch you" "damn, that's, evil" "I am evil incarnate" "you don't look like it right now, just like...." She look at me well again before finishing "a dead armadillo" I blink, and just, actually I just close my eyes to process this.
What, the, fuck?
"What, the, fuck?" She laugh and point at the strange ass bathroom provided by the system, actually, I need to think a bit more about this, a bathroom and shit? That's luxury really, in what I've read people usually didn't got that during tutorials, any tutorials really.
What? Comparing real life with novels I read is a bad idea? Pffffft, what are you saying!
"Go wash yourself or something before you stain your bed even more" I groan, and cover my face with my blanket, it fucking hurts, everything hurt, I don't wanna moooove.
I feel a hand moving my legs around, fucking annoying, I'll genocide her.
Yes, genocide her, you heard that well.
What, there is only one annie? Well, I'll clone her and genocide them all.
What I don't know how to Clone people? Well, I'll learn cloning magic.
What I don't even know if cloning magic exist? Well, I'll.....I'll just genocide her cells and act like I'm genociding her alright? Happy!? Can't a hurting man have bad takes!?
The hands pushing my legs and keeping me awake don't stop, they just don't.
"Wakeeeee uppppp" I throw my blanket at the brown hair head "I'll get up, I'll get up, and report you to the sleeping harassment cops" she fumble around and try to get the blanket off her face as I push myself up, fuuuuuck, I feel horrible, everything in my body just hurt.
When she finally get her head out she look at me, eyes narrow "sleeping harassment cops doesn't exist" I stop mid step, wincing as my leg fucking scream at me to CRAWL to the bathroom instead.
Turning my head and giving mousy a glance "uh, yes they do, duh" she clench her teeth, she fucking hate when I say duh for a reason "no they don't" "yes they do" "nu huh" "yuh uh" she squint at me, I squint at her, she throw me the blanket, I grab it, roll it into one big ball and throw it at her face.
I turn around and listen to her dying sounds as I walk -like a 80 year old grandpa- toward the bathroom.
One dead! One!
Told you I was going to genocide her!
I wave at legolas as she see me walking around, awake now. Her own waving grab the attention of the others, malfoy give me a look, and barlow nothing but an imperceptible nod. "Cleaning myself and I'm coming!" I half scream at them before I enter the bathroom.....finally some piece and quiet.
Looking around the horribly white room, I don't really understand why we're calling it the bathroom, I mean.
It's not like there is any bath.
Just....a toilet, strangely modern. I give it a small kick.
Yep, the only reason we call it bathroom is because we can shit here, and obviously, there is enough privacy for us to do some rudimentary cleaning.
Wouhou! Luxury!
I take my water bottle out, it appear in front of my belly button, and...I fail to grab it.
My arm too sore, unwilling to move fast.
Well now that's sad.
One touch with my feet and it's back in my inventory, I put my hand under my belly button, take it out and boom, now it's in my hand.
Balrow tech for the win.
A long sigh come out of my mouth as I look at the water bottle.
I really don't feel like facing my errors.
Distracting myself again, I take my shirt off and look at my skin.
Tsk, not a pretty sight.
For a first my shirt is bloody from the pigs, but apart from that, the big problem is the red -with blue on the edges- gigantic bruises that do the entire size of my shoulder. Left shoulder.
Lifting one finger to press into it, I let out a slow shrill, shit painful.
Looking down again, following my arm curve, I see some minor brusing on my arms but it start picking up way more on my forearms.
They look bad.
A lot of small dots, red like bruises, pepper my skin, they are everywhere.
And my hands, especially the left one, looks like they have been under a meat grinder for half a second.
Moving each of my fingers hurt.
I try to spread them apart as much as I can.
I get hand cramp.
Damn, I promptly get rid of it by shaking it around, this on itself hurt my wrist that feel shaky and tender.
"Fuck"
A low curse later I look at the palm of my hands, the small calluses I had built up because of working out are open. The blood dried and stain my hands.
My palms look raw and battered.
The opposite side, the front part of my hands are covered in small vein-like red and blue traces. It's weird, it's like small drops of red and blue water under my skin.
Just vertical and straight.
Touching them doesn't hurt, but when I move my hand around, my skin shift and make it hurt.
Ignoring the nasty bruise on my rib, I look down even more and decide to do the nasty work.
Grabbing the end on my pants, just above my ankle I pull the pants sleeve up and reveal some bleeding cuts over my knees and shin, fuck.
Taking out the cleanest cloths I can find from my inventory, I ready myself to do some bulk healing work. Maybe if I cover them well they won't infect?
Looking at myself, I can't help but see how I exgeratted.
Pushed myself way too hard.
Especially during the end of that fight, that was reckless and stupid.
My body screamed to stop much sooner and listening to myself is the smart thing to do. I'm sure I could have figured out another strategy that didn't put me in such danger, however, as much as I think that those bruises are the last of my worry, my mind, always helpful, do remember me that it's not.
Because if what I tried to ignore since I woke up is the truth....well.
Those kind of incidents may happen again.
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