"Ah!" William gasped as his eyes parted with a start.
His chest was heaving, something warm wrapped around his torso.
The ceiling was unfamiliar—his vision was hazy, but he could tell.
"Are you awake?" A voice, not quite familiar, came from his left.
The young adult turned and found the familiar brunette standing there.
"Yes…" he nodded. "Where am I?" he asked.
The sound of her thoughts reached William, but his senses were too dull to make out the words swirling inside her head.
Domella calmly stepped forward and took a seat.
Once settled, she informed the young man, "You are in the infirmary, currently getting treated."
William blinked. "How long was I out?"
The other one replied, "A day."
William steadied his breathing before realizing his left arm was being held by someone; fragile, but undeniably human skin.
He turned and found a sleeping Nana resting there, her head leaning against the chair's backrest as she slept soundly.
