"Is … When?"
"…stable…"
"So soon?"
The words blended into his mind like a distant dream he could feel slipping from his grasp. The voices were distant and muffled, but they were enough to stir Jinn from his unconscious state.
His eyelids twitched before they slowly lifted up. A dim light pressed against his vision, and once again the world was a blur, even though just for a moment.
And this time, Pain greeted him. He felt deep searing pain across his chest, so deep that Jinn felt like he was breathing glass in his lungs.
He tried to shift, but the pain only felt worse; the strain forced him to grit his teeth and sink back in the thin mattress under him with a light thud.
The faint smell of herbs lingered in the air—bitter roots and dried leaves steeped too long in boiling water. The air was damp, heavy with the residue of rain.
