THIRD PERSON’S POV
He opened his eyes slightly. His vision was so blurry that all he could see was white light. It felt as though someone had poured milk over his sight and refused to wipe it away. He groaned softly, trying to move, but his body wasn’t responsive. Even lifting a finger felt like a task too heavy for him.
His chest rose and fell unevenly as he lay there, listening. The sounds around him were faint at first—beeping machines, distant footsteps, muted voices—but slowly, minute by minute, they grew clearer. His vision cleared with each passing second, and he waited patiently, forcing himself not to panic as his surroundings began to take shape.
Finally, after about ten minutes, his sight was clear enough for him to understand he was in a hospital.
The smell of antiseptic hu
