XLIV
Dragol´s pov The beeping sounds are driving me mad. So I opened my eyes. The first thing I see are a white roof. I turn my head. The room I am in are white painted. Some chairs are standing near the bed I lay on. And I can swear on all gods and spirits, that even the forest ground are softer and more comfortable than this f*****g bed. Not even a steam locomotive are as irritating as the mashine I am hooked up too. My irritation and frustration are great becouse I know were I am. In a f*****g hospital room. And the same room I was in last time, I was here. I sit up. With one fast glance over my body, I frown. Almost all of my body is covered in bandages. Few places have even been plastered. The plaster need to go now, it is f*****g choking my body. I grip the edges to tear it of. The door
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