So, I Transmigrated Into The Heavenly Realm

44. Medical Support

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Waking up from being unconscious yet again was disconcerting. He had no idea where he was for several minutes until he recognised that this was the same room he had been in when he had first woken up in the Heavenly City's Healing Halls and not the small courtyard.

The God Hospital. Whilst not exclusively for gods it was more amusing to refer to it in this way in his mind.

Pushing back the bed covers was just as difficult as it had been that first day he had found himself in the Heavenly City. Someone had tucked him into the bed so tightly that it was amazing that he could even feel his feet at all. Had Dax still been human he would surely have suffocated if they were on that tight.

He was thankfully still wearing the clothes that he had chosen especially to visit Elgaldir at his office.

It might be a healer's job to help people change clothes but it still made Dax uncomfortable to know that someone had done that whilst he was not aware of it happening.

His right wrist was swollen. Patchy gold splodges across the skin there, where fresh blood was pooling beneath it and more of a bronze colour where it had clotted and his body had started to break it down. When Olris had grabbed his arm, Dax hadn't noticed just how tightly their fingers had been curled around his wrist.

He brought his arm up closer to his face and saw the small crescent indentations from Olris' fingernails still prominent in his flesh.

'Great! Another injury to add to the list of injuries I already had.' Dax thought angrily to himself. It didn't matter that his assigned guard had thought they were helping him, that help was looking a lot more like hurting in the light of the healing room's expansive array of crystal lights.

The fanciness of the lighting had always struck him as an odd choice for a hospital room. The Heavenly Realm really liked being overly gaudy. This wasn't the room that he had woken up in last time, Dax realised. Though the shape and colour of it was the same, most of the decorations were different and on one wall there was a painting of a sunset that he supposed was meant to bring about feelings of calmness and tranquillity. Dax just found it to be the sort of image a business would have as a decoration in its staff break room in an attempt to prevent staff having mental breakdowns at work.

Boring.

Very boring.

He spent an untold amount of time in there waiting for someone to notice that he was still alive and now awake. There wasn't the equivalent of a 'Heavenly Nurse Call Button' so he either had to wait for someone to come and check on him or go in search of help himself.

When he finally felt like he wasn't going to immediately pass out once he stood up, Dax decided to peer around the door to his room to see if there was anyone standing in the corridor. His fear that Olris would be there was fortunately unfounded, instead a duo of friendly looking guards wearing the purple robes all the staff in the Healing Halls wore smiled at him.

They'd noticed Dax moving around and looked him over politely, no doubt assessing whether he was about to keel over in front of them. Dax was glad that they didn't make any moves to stop him from leaving the room but he didn't feel like pushing his luck with another tug of war on his limbs today.

All the bruises on his arm were enough for today and it wasn't like he was going to be able to outrun them when he felt like death warmed over.

"Are you in pain? I can go get you a healer if you would like me to." Once asked.