Constantine still did not feel like himself as he awoke in the Obsidian hospital. He rolled his head to the side to see a middle-aged man sitting in a chair near the door, reading a book. Constantine frowned at having a guard inside his room, hearing everything the doctors said to him. It was inevitable that he be guarded, but having his keepers in the room with him felt unnecessarily invasive.
“Do I need to be watched this closely? I can promise you that I am not going anywhere. The only place I could go would be home, and I am certainly not up to that journey,” Constantine grumbled.
The man chuckled and got to his feet. He walked over to where Constanitne lay, saying, “I’m not part of the security team watching you. They are outside, ready to tackle you if you try to run, which I doubt
