Tristan

I groggily opened my eyes, disoriented and confused. Bright lights shielded my vision, leaving me blinded.

Slowly but surely, I adjusted blinking against the lights. As my gaze focused, the lights glare became more bearable, and I could make out what I was staring at— a very familiar ceiling.

The faint sound of beeps and the slight stinging smell of antiseptic was what confirmed my clearing thoughts. I was in the pack hospital.

A wave of panic washed over me as I tried to sit up, ...