The void that embraced her consciousness stirred, piecing together the fragments that scattered away.
A breath stuck in her throat as dull pain kept pounding her skull relentlessly. Her eyes stirred open, letting a sliver of light enter her throbbing brain.
Lucya let out a silent groan, her voice hoarse. She looked toward an unfamiliar white ceiling. She pressed her fingers on the pulsated temple, shard and unrelenting.
'Ukh, where am I?'. Lucya clenched her fist, forcing her stiff body to move upward.
"Lucya, you're awake?".
A clear voice filled with relief breath pierced her aching brain. She turned to the source and saw Iris sitting on the wooden chair beside her.
Lucya swept her gaze toward the spacious room. It had four similar beds covered with white sheets.
In front of her was a white cabinet filled with medicine and potions. Her nose twitched as she could smell the bitter herbs wafting through the opened vial.
"Where is this?".
