When Fisher struggled to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was the familiar ceiling of his carriage room. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before finally turning his head to look beside him, only to find that there was no one next to him—just him sleeping alone in the bed.
He sat up, only to discover that his body was severely sore. Looking down, he realized that his body was completely wrapped in bandages, but whoever had applied the bandages must have been a fool—they were as thin and loose as if he had been wrapped like a mummy. Nevertheless, they had at least managed to stop some of Fisher's bleeding so that he wouldn't bleed to death.
Moreover, his enhanced constitution allowed his body to heal quickly; just over one night, most of his wounds had scabbed over.
He seemed to have that miraculous healing ability of Dragon-man Species.
"Fisher, you're awake!"
