Chapter 14

HADE's POV ​

All I felt was pain, searing pain when I surrendered to the blackness and let it consume me.

My eyes blinked slowly as I tried to adjust to the searing white lights on the panel above my head; eventually, I could do so. White panels obscured my area of vision. Why did this occur? As I bent over, I noticed that most of my upper body was covered in bandages and that my lower half was hidden under a white sheet.

The infirmary, I realized as I turned around, was a colorless room, which did not sit well with me. Turning my head to the left, I saw Juan supine on the couch with Myrtle on his lap, both sleeping soundly with their eyes closed and their hearts at ease. Myrtle, wearing white frock-stained mahogany by blood, lay on top of Juan, his chest to her back, while Juan lay shirtless and tense. Could she be hurt?

Saying, "Welcome back to the land of the living," Holland welcomed them home.

I said in bewilderment, "What's going on, Ty?"