What If

XIX

It's been two weeks. I was granted two weeks of asynchronous classes which means that I do not have to go to my classes face to face, but I still need to study. And that is what I did. I mean, what else to do? When your housemates are here with you and somehow are doing their best to make your stay a living hell. They don't shut up! When the principal gave me two weeks, which is certainly not enough, to heal what is left to be healed in this corporeal body of mine, these people ask to be my tutors! And when they were granted that, I do not indeed need to get out of the dorm, but they are here most of the time, buggering the living shit out of me!

And now I know which spell to actually use that will not take too much out of me. They thought me that, because for some reason, they figured out how what almost took my life two weeks ago, aside from the huge unbearable cut on my shoulders as if attempting to cut off my wings. I haven't even used them yet! Come on! Along with that injury, there was also a long deep cut on my abdomen, transversing from side to side, as if in attempts to cut me in half, clean, but was not able too.

Aside from that, we also figured out we've been drugged. Azim and I, I mean. The cat who's with us that night? I have no idea, I just hope he's fine. But who would drug us? And where did they place it? They also explained to me that that is the reason how we were captured, held hostage. Those bastards, though, hurt my patient! How there they!

As far as the story stretched out, Azim passed out after too much blood lose when he tried taking my body back form seven creature who attempted to take me. Somehow, a student of the university found him there and know who to come straight for and there they found him, still somehow trying to fight his consciousness to tell them all what happened and where he heard they'll take me.

"This types of events are happening rather consistently," I commented after they finished the story, stretching out and groaning in pain in the process. But I need to move! Or else I'll rust here, literally. "Why do it seems that I am always the target?" I asked.

"I think that part should be explained by Romulos, Likky." Ockasionm said to me, chuckling while Yzthell and Alexander seemed to be worried, almost as if they're physically being hurt.

"Do you really think you can go in training again?" Yzthell asked, Chandra nudging her from the side. Yep, somehow even if they always fight, they are always together.

"Yeah, I think. I need some movements of I will literally rust in this bed, people." I answered. "Besides, I think I'm mostly healed." I said, yet again with the stretch. "The advantages of having a healer as a best friend-- Ouch! Alex!" I complained when he suddenly hit me in my head. "At least warn me sometimes!" I exclaimed, rubbing the part he hit. And I'm gonna need some answers.

"WAAAAAAHH!! WAIT, PLEASE! CALM DOWN!" I am in a stance on which I was holding the sword I picked up the first time we establish this partnership like it was merely a spear to block his attacks. Better thing is, I am wearing gloves, or else I'd have cut my palm one too many ways if no! What luck in my side, eh? I am with Azim, now. He looks more restraint, more adamant that before. I know we were both physically hurt two weeks ago but he seems like a lion! Ready to attack no mater what injuries he got!

We are inside the same blank room we have been training the very first time, the same time we got into that incident. And I guess our professor just made a little bit of changes for that not to happen again and merged the whole class back together. And my gosh, my whole body ache! And here I though I've already healed!

Well, I am mostly healed, all the deep cuts and that were now almost gone when in normal human span of healing, ti would have taken me months to do so. But it's Agewertia, anything is possible and this is one of them. Still, Alexander compelled me onto still wearing bandaged around the damage are. Says the tissues are still tender and not well healed yet and the bandage will help it be kept together as it does, and so I did. Because why wouldn't I when he already insisted? And because of that, I was not able to wear the standard uniform of Xynisther, and so I just wore a black loose shirt and pants, too, for more access to movements, along with a cloak rather longer and heavier than I usually wear, and it sits perfectly on my shoulders and back. And thank heavens I did! There is a huge possibility that the uniform they provided me would have been destroyed in the process if not!