28.5 Recovery

Leaving my soup to the side, Lise left my bedside in favor of pulling out something from... behind my bed?

"Excuse me, Brother."

I couldn't even voice out my opinions as I watched Lise reach out for whatever it was she was trying to get from behind me. After a few seconds of rummaging over my immobile body, Lise pulled out a large continuous scroll the size of a decent poster from just behind my head. My eyes widened as I felt the telltale sensation of paper rubbing through my bandaged head as Lise dismounted my bed in favor of taking what I assumed to be the map towards the center of the room.

When the hell did that get behind me? I didn't recall someone ever using my room as a storage facility. Did that mean that they had already planned for my room to be the central meeting room despite my condition?!