In the quiet VIP room at the hospital, Matthias lay motionless on the bed. His long lashes cast faint shadows, brows creased tightly, and even his lips—usually a healthy red—were now pale.
“Nancy… I told you, don’t touch me!”
He mumbled in his sleep, then abruptly opened his eyes.
“Matthias, you’re awake! Do you feel okay? Anywhere still hurting?” Weill had just set down his phone, and before he could blink, he saw Matthias awake. “I’ll go get the Healer!”
Matthias turned his head slowly. The room was perfectly still. No one else was there.
So... that vision—just a hallucination from before he passed out?
He reached for his phone on the bedside table, instinctively wanting to check messages.
And then—bam. He saw the time. He’d been out cold for three whole days.
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