Chris sighed, he laid down on his firm bed in the infirmary. Voices of healers above him clatter around. But he stared straight ahead with nothing but a hazy abyss behind his eyes.

Light shined onto his eyes but Chris didn’t care. Camp was so quiet compared to the loud roar and indescribable buzzing of the labyrinth. Everything he thought about the horrific place Chris felt anxiety building up inside of him and he could almost see every single wrong turn he had made and every single monster that wanted to devour him.

It was what he deserved for betraying the Gods. Divine punishment.

One healer was tending to him. Chris couldn’t focus on them whatsoever but they cared. He could tell even from his shell shocked state. Occasionally sharp pain would jolt him and cause for a new serve headache.

“Can you hold me? Just for a little bit…” Chris mumbled leaning into the healer who was helping him recover.