After the meet with King, Kairos and his friends returned to the recovery room.
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Luna's head felt like a cracked cathedral bell. Every time a healer walked past his bed, the soft shuffle of their shoes echoed in his skull like a hammer striking a stone. The bright morning sunlight glimmering through the tall glass windows of the Royal Infirmary was pure torture, so he kept his eyes tightly shut.
"Water," he croaked out, his voice sounded like dry leaves scraping across a rough stone floor.
A cool glass touched his lips. He drank fastly, letting the soothing liquid swept his raw throat.
"Drink slowly, idiot." Soltheia's voice was soft, but it carried a distinct hint of strict scolding.
