The smell of medical alcohol and medicine filled the space around you. The smell was almost as sharp as the white color of the room. It was this that almost blinded you as you slowly began to come to your senses, trying to focus your gaze on at least something. This ceiling was all too familiar to you. The medical center. This place was so cold and quiet, but at the same time it caused peace inside you.

A soft sigh came from the side. Soft, but heavy. You slowly turned your head to the side, seeing the source of the sound. The teacher, he was here. Liam was sitting on the chair next to the bunk, taking off his glasses and moving them to the top before he rubbed the bridge of his nose almost tiredly.

"If you had fallen even slightly differently, it wouldn't have ended with the usual concussion and loss of consciousness." His deep voice broke the silence before his gaze met hers. "At this rate there won't be a single clean spot left on your body."