Aiden woke to the sterile scent of herbs and the faint rustling of curtains. His body felt heavier than usual, his limbs sluggish as if he had been asleep for far too long. Blinking against the dim morning light filtering through the windows, he took in the familiar setting.
He's in the infirmary.
Beside him, Adrian was casually shuffling a deck of cards, lazily flicking them between his fingers while Sevan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching with mild amusement.
"Look who's finally awake," Adrian smirked, setting the cards down as soon as he noticed Aiden stirring. Sevan turned to him, his usual serious expression softening just a bit.
"How do you feel?" Sevan asked.
"Alright. How long was I out?"
"An hour," Sevan answered, arms still crossed as he leaned back in his chair.
"An hour?" Aiden frowned.
That didn't make sense. It felt like he had been gone longer, like something had pulled him into a deep void of nothingness.
