Chapter 22: Myra Wakes Up
Elara’s POV
The infirmary was quiet...peacefully, terrifyingly quiet except for the occasional shuffle of feet from the healers and the distant clinking of potion bottles. The heavy curtains dulled the morning light, and the air smelled like herbs, burnt flesh, and regret.
I stared at the ceiling like it owed me answers.
My leg still throbbed, my ribs ached in places I didn’t know had bones, and my pride… well, she was somewhere on life support down the hallway.
I closed my eyes, hoping for silence, for sleep, for death...honestly, I wasn’t picky.
And then...
“Well, well, well… look who turned into an overcooked burrito while I was asleep.”
I froze.
No.
No, no, no, no.
“Your bones feel like wet biscuits, and you smell like a healing ward exploded on you
