I stirred myself awake, the stiffness in my neck reminding me quite dully of how long I’d been lying down.
For a moment, I stared at the ceiling above me, my thoughts lazily trying to fit together just where I was. Then the ache in my head intensified, and as I shifted slightly, my fingers lightly brushed against the bandage wound around it.
"Guess I wasn’t dreaming," I mumbled to myself, the events of the past day flashing back like broken fragments of a nightmare.
He wasn’t a dream.
I raised my head slightly, checking if I had complete control over my movements. Yet, it was the same dull ache in my head.
Before I could react further, the door creaked open and Elias entered, followed by the doctor. A whispering conversation passed between them that I could not hear before the doctor turned to me. He gave me a small smile, professional but kind, as he walked over to the side of the bed.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked, his tone light yet concerned.