The world returned to him painfully slowly.
The similar distant beeping rhythm coaxed Vyan's consciousness back from the dark. His eyelashes fluttered against the soft white light above him, unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar. The scent of antiseptic clinging to the air stung his nose. It wasn't comforting at all. Wherever he was, it was cold and detached.
It felt like déjà vu. Like he had woken up like this in this very place once before too.
He blinked many times, trying to adjust his vision to the light when he had been floating in the darkness for how long he had no idea.
His throat burned like dry sandpaper, every breath dragging painfully. His limbs felt like they'd been poured full of cement. Heavy and unresponsive.
He tried to turn his head but managed only a slight twitch. Even that small effort sent a dull ache trickling through his skull.
There was no one in the room. Just him.
It felt like there was someone with him when he had opened his eyes the last time.
