Jinn did not realize how long he had slept for, but by the time he woke up, night had fallen outside and the moon was at its peak.
He would have slept through the night, but the hunger woke him up.
"Guess no one came to wake me up again." Jinn did not instantly realize how easily he sat up.
But he soon did, "No pain?"
He looked down at his chest, and the wound was gone, disappeared but not completely. It left something for Jinn to remember it by, a thick scar across his chest.
"Guess I can live with that."
Jinn looked around, but there was no one else in the room. Then he looked at the table, where there was no empty bottle or used bandages.
Instead there was a fresh set of clothes.
'Someone must have dropped it off when I was asleep.' Recognizing these familiar clothes that came from his own chest, Jinn stripped down and changed into them.
