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He opened his eyes slowly, nauseous from the pain that stabbed every
inch of his body. They refused to focus at first, giving the world a dreamy,
haze-like quality from which he could only recognize colors and, just barely,
shapes.
He closed his eyes,
counted to ten, and then opened them again. They seemed to work much better
now, allowing him to take in the room he found himself in.
It looked like a
hotel room. But judging from the pain that filled his every moment, he knew it
couldn’t be one. The luxury suite of a high-end hospital then. He saw a
mountain of flowers by the door, as well as baskets upon baskets upon baskets
of fruit, some already showing signs of rot.
Which meant he’d
been here for a while. How long, he wondered. A week? A month? There was no way
to tell, unless…
