Her eyes opened to an unfamiliar sight: clean white, intricately designed ceilings. A low light bathed the room in a faint glow. The walls were also white, smooth, and bright, a place Opal found utterly depressing. The bed creaked as she pushed herself to sit. It was vastly softer than her dormitory bed, confirming she wasn't hallucinating. She was in a completely different room.
She tried hard to recall what had brought her here. After much effort, she remembered the training ground… and Eric. Then the rest of the memory flooded back. Looking around once more, she realized this was the academy's hospital.
"I can't believe I actually lost to him," she sounded lost in thought, finally sitting upright.
She had initiated the fight to test her suspicions about Eric. He had been admitted in the middle of the school session and assigned to her dorm room, which had made her profoundly uncomfortable.
