That Sort of Story

“Ugh, what is this place?”

When I forced open my heavy eyelids, the first thing I saw was an utterly familiar ceiling.

And then there were the even more frantic voices.

“Look! He’s in his own house, but he doesn’t even know where he is right now!”

“Emergency, emergency! The, the Great Hero is in danger! CPR! You, the 1,902-year-old grandma over there, bring a defibrillator, and you stutterer with the ram horns, call 119!”

“D-did you hurt your head?”

“……”

I had only said it out of habit while waking up. Seeing how enthusiastically they reacted to that one little thing, I couldn’t help wondering if Meracle was letting an entertainer’s talent go to waste.

“B-Boss! Can you see? I mean, can you see my face?”

I wanted to tell her I could, but Baek Yeonhwa was attempting chest compressions, so no words would come out...