A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 43: Healing Spree

I woke up the next time in that man's office again. This time, I was draped with a blanket and changed out of those funeral clothes into a hospital gown by, hopefully, a female nurse.

     There were many mana potions above my head on a nightstand that were labeled for mana recovery, and it was to make sure it recovered properly since my rate right now was abnormally slow, even for a human child. Human + child...that combination was said to be the weakest of all the races.

Even though I could probably be one of the strongest people in the world right now, mana wise. That's probably a naive thought process, since I've seen basically nothin for it. I should travel more...after appeasing Mother and Father a bit with my presence.

As I shrugged the blanket off my head, I grabbed for the potions. My mana was recovering so slowly that it was ridiculous, only at 4,387 after sleeping for many hours.

Drinking down the potions like nothing, a cool chill settled over me as my mana was forcefully recovered.

There are two types of mana potions: the types that aide the recovery of your mana, and the types that draw mana from the surroundings into your body. I just drank the latter.

The counter went from 4,387 to 4,417 with the first bottle, 4,447 with the second, 4,477 with the third, 4,507 with the fourth, and finally 4,537 with the last. Honestly, not much of a change if you look at the total.

There were about ten more bottles there waiting for me to drink them, but since it would be a waste to do it all in one go and since the feeling wasn't pleasant for me to have my mana forcefully restored, I simply made a black hole of inter-spacial magic and stored them there. And got a notification that I now had [Inter-Spatial Storage] along the way. Didn't I already have something like that? No?

It helped nonetheless, as I became less groggy and swung out of the bed. My white hospital gown was basically a long dress, ending mid-shin. There was nothing special about it, except for the patient number 107 at the top.

Seeing the day had a good amount of hours left, I exited the office and walked down the hallway. I had no idea where I was going, but I guess I would find out soon.

The hospital was strangely quiet, with almost no one in sight. Adoray's office was fifty feet from the front entrance, and another fifty feet away from that big room full of people we went to before. In front of Adoray's office was another door, probably one that led into a larger room since it was the only one. So, I had just walked towards where the Church lady was supposed to be.

Finally, I heard the moaning. It seemed odd, since they hadn't been this noisy earlier. They were all quiet, as if in stasis, simply breathing and sleeping. Now, it sounded like a chorus of never-ending misery.

I pushed against the white door, peeking in. There was no glass window or label, so I was curious what types of people were in there. All I knew, from walking through last time, was that they were wounded.

I looked around at what I could see, the people leaning against the walls with bandages in various places and dried blood spreading around. I smelled iron in the air with my Dragon's senses, along with other unmentionables that made me pull up the front of my hospital gown as a face mask.

Since I felt more powerful than when I first walked in last time, I decided to bravely take my first step into a wounded place with the intention to help. I put on a "doctor mask" mentally, what I had been cultivating in my previous life as I prepared for university way too early. Since it would be inefficient to use one hand to uselessly hold the gown up the whole time, I picked up the hem of my dress and tore a huge strip out of it with a bit of strength from Vampire.