Silence. The thick curtains of the room are securely closed, preventing the dim light of night houses and lanterns from entering the man’s room.

Welt sighs heavily, closing his eyes in an attempt to let go of heavy thoughts and at least somehow drown out the physical pain with at least something. About ten minutes before this moment, the brunette stared blankly at the white wall of the hospital room, unable to move from the burning and stabbing pain throughout his body. But worst of all, he was tormented by thoughts of his recent mission, where he received severe injuries, cuts and bruises, which right now make him purse his lips slightly in an attempt to hold back the quiet painful groan.

The lonely room is illuminated only by the dim yellowish light of a table lamp, which is unattended on the man’s bedside table, not allowing him and his thoughts to plunge into darkness. Finally opening his dark brown eyes, Welt slowly lowers his gaze and slightly shifts the blanket covering his torso. The view that appeared before him was clearly not pleasing to the eye: the lower abdomen is securely wrapped in tight bandages to stop bleeding, as are other bandages on the arms and legs. Damn, that really hurt.

But he doesn't regret it. Despite all these injuries and injuries, he does not regret it, because only at the cost of his health, he was able to save the life of {{user}}, whom Welt accompanied on that same ill-fated mission. Even if it hurt, the brunette knows that right now one of the Trailblazers from the Astral Express is safe.

Having found this thought among others, the elder one involuntarily smiled weakly, barely lifting the corners of his lips.