To Disrespect Me...Is The Path to Disaster! Part III

The sound of someone pulling a wheelchair came closer to Rit, lying in the bed at the end of the common patient room. The wheelchair was so loud that the young man slowly awakened from an anesthesia shot in the surgery. His eyelids were heavy as if something had pulled them down. His right arm felt aching like it had been torn apart. The man gradually opened his eyes and found himself in a light blue patient gown. His right arm was wrapped in a thick white cloth. It was expected that he had just been through something. Rit sighed heavily while trying to revisit what happened last night. It was as fast as a dream… the worst nightmare he had ever encountered in his life.