5th March, stellar Year 2924
Thursday (Capaldi)
Dylan Al'Xander did not remember the first two days after the dungeon very clearly.
Pain had been his closest companion. Darkness his shelter. Silence his medicine.
The doctors at National First Hospital of Capaldi had worked with almost military precision. Broken ribs were stabilized. Deep bruising was treated. Nerve damage monitored. Internal bleeding controlled. He had remained under constant supervision, machines blinking like quiet guardians around his bed.
But Dylan was not someone who stayed down for long.
By the fourth day he was already sitting upright despite strict orders. By the fifth day he was walking. Slowly. Carefully. But walking.
And on the morning of March 5th, he was standing by the hospital window watching the first true morning of spring.
Capaldi looked different.
