### Chapter 13.1– The Warmth of a Shared Meal (Expanded)
Hours had slipped by since he was pulled back from the brink of death, yet Jin still felt trapped by the heavy numbness that clung to his bones. Perched on the edge of his cot in the chilly hum of the Command Wing, he flexed his fingers, testing their movement. His muscles buzzed with a strange energy—a fierce power from his recent level-up—but it was buried under a wave of bone-deep fatigue that drained him with every breath. The Resurrection Sickness had stolen half of his essence, as Asha had coldly pointed out, but Jin was too exhausted to argue with the ghost of his own vitality.
In his hand, the foil-wrapped ration bar felt like a cruel joke. Its bland beige surface offered no promise, no spark of hope. He unwrapped it in a daze and brought it closer: odorless, tasteless, completely lifeless.
