The LED lamps on the ceiling were quietly buzzing, filling the room with bright light. After spending so many hours first in the dim caves, then walking through the dungeon in twilight, and leaving the Gate in the middle of the night, they were particularly unpleasant, stinging the eyes with their excessive brightness.
Lane hardly noticed it, though. Although his eyes were slightly aching, his attention was elsewhere. He was lying on his back on a hospital bed, his arms by his sides, his fingers itching to move. It took a lot of focus to keep them in place. Honestly, it was extremely unnerving…
As to what his fingers were so impatient to do, that was naturally to worsen his injuries. Ever since the webbings had been dissolved, Lane had been rubbing his raw skin, digging his fingers into his flesh to worsen his wounds, and hitting his body wherever he felt he had fractures. All when he was sure that no one could see, of course…
