A stale breath seemed to flood from his windpipe into every corner of his lungs. His eyes snapped open, and he sucked air into his chest as though he had never breathed in his life. Then he sat bolt upright like a zombie, the view before his eyes seeming to reassemble itself from countless specks of static.
He stared blankly ahead at the white blanket and walls.
Clatter-
Books and medicine bottles hit the floor hard.
Lynn instinctively turned his head and stared blankly at the female Night Doctor nurse standing in the doorway, holding a tray and looking at him in terror.
"Hi~"
He raised his hand in a daze and greeted her.
"Hi..."
The female Night Doctor stiffly returned the greeting on instinct.
"..."
A brief, wordless silence hung between them.
The next moment.
A piercing scream rang out.
Then he watched the nurse rush outside, her shrill cries echoing throughout the corridor.
"Oh no! The corpse is moving!! The corpse is moving!!"
"Mr. Lynn! His corpse is moving!!"
Her explosive cries spread through practically the entire Sanatorium.
Lynn: "(O_O)?"
A few minutes later.
The recovery room that had been empty just moments ago was now packed with people.
Aside from the elite Night Doctors and nurses responsible for monitoring his vital signs, Sir Awen, the Colossus Brain, Miao Miao, Miss Doll, and everyone he knew were there. Even Xiao Xiao had forcibly squeezed her way inside with a (〃＞皿＜) expression.
And Lynn, who was supposed to be receiving visitors, had been squashed against the stained-glass window the moment Xiao Xiao squeezed in. He struggled to move in exasperation and said:
"What are you doing!! What are you doing?! How is this tiny-ass room supposed to fit so many gods?! Xiao Xiao, go outside first! Stop