Rohit jolted awake in panic, his chest heaving. The last image of losing his wife burned in his mind like a fresh scar. But the battlefield had vanished. He was in a hospital bed. He was no longer the mercenary Riku but rather a high schooler.
His blurred vision focused on a grim scene: the doctor frozen in place, his neck trapped in Rohit's grip, while his hands holding a pair of scissors. The man was the same fraud doctor with whom he once colluded and now he wheezed, choking for air.
Rohit's voice came out low but furious. "The fuck are you doing here?"
Then a familiar voice broke through, steady and grounding. "Young master, please, be at ease. Everything is alright." It was Balwindar.
Rohit turned and realized he truly was in a hospital room. The clock on the wall showed 12:30 noon.
