*Aria*

I saw a faint bright light above me, washing out the white ceiling. I peeked one eye open, feeling the soreness between them. I turned my head to the left, seeing the emergency signs and posters—I was in the infirmary. 

Looking down, I was expertly wrapped in a blanket, my arms clean and free from any blemishes or cuts. I tried to sit up, but my ribs still ached, although they felt much better than they did during the attack. I rubbed the area that ...