With a jolt, Milo woke up, rising upward immediately, only to feel the light bonk of a stick against the top of his head.
"Don't move like that! What if your wounds opened up again, huh? I knew I should have tied you to the bed" right beside him, Minli was standing on a stool, which provided enough elevation for her to hit him over the head.
Instinctively he looked down at his arms, finding them in an absolutely pristine state, not even a single sign of any damage was present on them, Milo looked as good as new.
"I look pretty well healed though… Wait, how is my left hand here? It was ripped off and-"
