Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
A melodic sound like a jingle bell sang in the back of Lancet's head and he was slowly pulled back into consciousness.
He squinted against a bright white light, feeling his senses slowly coming back online. Lancet took a deep breath and when the pungent scent of crushed healing herbs and sterile linen filled his nose, he realized exactly where he was.
The Academy Clinic.
There was a terrible pain deep beneath the thick bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. But that meant he was alive.
Lancet let his head fall back against the soft pillow and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
"I just can't seem to avoid this place, can I?" he muttered to the empty room.
"Look who's alive."
Lancet turned his head to the sound of the voice. Stepping into his ward with a crystal screen in hand and a smile on her face was Nurse Hallow. She walked over to the side of his bed, checking the IV drip connected to his arm.
