Wake wake
When Jael opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness. It rolled with a flash of green, and he couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream before he knew no more.
The next time he opened his eyes, though, he was staring at a white ceiling. He blinked slowly; he was in a grey-painted room, lying on a soft bed.
He sat up and opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was too dry to bring out sound; he frowned and flopped back on the bed. 'Why do I have to faint and lose consciousness after every major fight?'
'I have to stop doing that, or it might become a habit, and it'll be my death next time.' he sighed silently to himself and then closed his eyes and focused on his connection to his monsters.
They are right, but they are also just regaining their strength. Hermit and the Onus sent a sensation of hunger through their links, and his stomach grumbled. He assured them that he'll feed them with monster core once he's able to get up.