#Chapter 176: Recovery

When I blink my eyes open, I’m in my bed in the Pyramid. Sylas is beside me, resting on the edge of the bed. My ribs ache, but the pain isn’t so all-encompassing this time. It’s more a dull thrum, present, unavoidable, but not overwhelming.

“You have several broken ribs,” Sylas says. He delivers the news with a cool, scientific authority. “Fortunately none punctured your lungs or other vital organ