Upon arriving in the capital, Nishio, Damian first booked a hotel room in a neighborhood with good transportation.
He had no suitable place to stay until he found a place to live.
Then call Trillo General Hospital, a medium-sized hospital and a reasonable distance away, to make an appointment.
He could have gone to the largest hospital in Nishio, but they told him it would take a month to wait for his first visit.
Trillo Hospital wasn't large, but it had a good reputation for taking care of patients, so his appointment was scheduled a few days later, a little later than Damien had hoped.
Due to the severity of his injury, he was unable to go to any hospital; Rather, he needed a hospital with specific facilities, which left him no other choice.
Damian intended to start his journey to the hospital to look for Sera as soon as he unpacked at the hotel.
But as he was changing into his going out clothes, he collapsed.
He had pressed his still-recovering body too hard by rushing, and now he had a fever.
The army had allowed him to leave the hospital and asked him to rest and go to a civilian hospital, but it did not respond to his request.
As the temperature rose, the pain of the various wounds he sustained suddenly worsened.
"Fever medicine..."
Damian rummaged through his luggage until he finally found his first aid kit.
He took out a feverkiller, hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and took out a painkiller as well.
Its effect was not as strong as morphine, but its addictive effects were less.
However, he doubted it would be enough.
Damian had been taking strong painkillers while in the military hospital, so he had developed some tolerance to the weaker painkillers.
He knew he couldn't live like a drug addict, but he took a dose slightly larger than the prescribed dose.
Then he went to the bathroom, made a wet towel, crawled into bed and put it on his forehead.
His whole body was burning, so he kicked off the covers despite the cold air and groaned alone.
He just wanted to forget the pain and sleep deeply, but the constant pain kept waking him up.
But this did not mean that he was fully conscious.
Damian felt like someone was constantly calling him by his name, but it wasn't his real name they were calling him.
- Second Lieutenant McCord.
Wake up, Second Lieutenant McCord.
There was only one person in the world who called him by that name.
Damian's lips parted.
“Ms.
Lin...
Trai...”
He heard a soft laugh in response.
Damian opened his eyes slightly and looked at her.
Her bright blonde hair fell like a waterfall over his face.
He was lying with his head on her lap.
"Lint...Ray?"
Damian called out uncertainly, and she nodded.
-Yes.
The woman who introduced herself as Lintray had a strangely mysterious face.
All he could make out was her long, dark blonde hair that shone like gold dust.
Damian unconsciously extended his right hand towards Lentrae's face.
He belatedly realized that his severed right arm had been reattached, but his fingertips couldn't reach her face.
While Damian frowned, she spoke.
-did you miss me?.
She echoed softly, and Damian nodded.
Finally admit it.
He missed her all the time.
He had been alone for too long and was tired of it.
He vowed not to depend on anyone, but he longed for someone to depend on more than anyone else.
He wanted proof that Lentrae was real, not just a fantasy.
That's why he wanted to meet her, touch her and hear her voice.
That's why... that's why he came here...
He extended his arm further, feeling as if he could almost touch Lentray's face.
And the moment Damian's fingertips touched her chin...
-But why didn't you reply?
A woman with a burned and partially disfigured face spoke in a sad voice.
More than the shock of her appearance, her pain and suffering caused him great sadness.
Damian sighed and got out of bed.
“Ah... ah...”
Damian's clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
He ran his hand through his hair and caught his breath for a while.
"It was a dream.
Just a dream."
Lintray must have recovered well at the main hospital.
She must be fine.
She will not suffer as she did in the dream.
Damian kept repeating those words to himself like a mantra, unsure if he was saying them to himself or for Lintray.
As his mind gradually began to regain clarity, Damian felt his body.
The pain from his wounds and headache remained, but his fever seemed to have subsided.
Dawn was rising outside the window.
Damian took another painkiller and went to the bathroom.
Washing off the sticky sweat made him feel much better.
But a creeping feeling of anxiety was sticking to his heart like tar.
***
In short, Damian's crazy plan to sweep every hospital in the capital was canceled after he regained consciousness after a two-day break due to fever.
It seemed that he had a slight fever even in Eidenfallen.
“This explains the crazy ideas.”
He stayed in the hotel until he recovered somewhat.
Damien's first trip was from the hotel as his hospital appointment approached.
He put on a thin coat in the cold weather and walked to the tram stop.
As he walked, he naturally noticed the streets and people passing by, and the scene seemed strange and unfamiliar.
A short while ago, he was in the middle of a bloody war, but the people here started their peaceful day as if they had no idea what war meant.
Vendors setting up their stalls, children in school uniforms heading to school, an old man walking slowly while reading the newspaper...
It had been a long time since he had seen such sights.
While he was feeling emotional, he heard a rushing sound from the side and someone collided with him.
The impact wasn't strong, so he just stood there dumbfounded.
The boy who collided with him while running fell on his butt.
“Oh…”
Damian instinctively tried to lift the child, but remembered his missing right arm too late.
He helped the boy up with his left hand instead.
"Are you well?".
But the boy looked at Damian with teary eyes.
Damien thought he might have been hurt from the fall, but then a woman hurriedly approached them from the direction the boy had come from.
"Logan!
I told you not to run!"
She bowed her head to Damian.
"I'm so sorry.
Are you injured?"
"Oh, I'm fine."
“You should apologize too!”
Even though Damian said he was fine, the boy he bumped into was searching for words of apology, knowing that he should at least say sorry.
But the boy, who was looking at Damian, suddenly let out a short scream and hid behind his mother.
“Mom!
That brother’s arm...”
He looked shocked when he saw Damian's empty right sleeve fluttering helplessly.
The boy's mother was also shocked.
Her eyes widened, her face turned pale, and she bowed her head again.
"I'm so sorry!
My son was so rude!
Logan, apologize quickly!
It's not polite to act like that!"
“But that brother’s arm...”
"Logan!"
His mother scolded him, and the boy's eyes filled with tears again, and he felt wronged.