Securing The Future

On the fourth day of Luca's recovery, he woke to the soft chime of his system. However, just like the past three days, there was no instant Daily Routine notification that followed.

Slowly, he sat up, mindful of the sharp twinge in his side—a constant reminder of his broken rib. He had been sleeping on a large master bed, its frame creaking softly under his weight as he carefully swung his legs over the edge.

"Argh! Damn it," Luca hissed as a sudden stab of pain shot through his side. The slight twist of his abdomen from the movement had aggravated his rib, forcing him to pause and steady his breathing.

It took him a moment to gather himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before glancing at the bedside clock. 7:09 AM. He sighed, already dreading how long his fourth day of rest would feel. The previous three had been unending—slow, groggy, and tedious.