When Alex’s eyes flutter open slowly, his expression is one of disorientation and uncertainty. However, as the inevitable exhaustion washes over him, the look in his eyes grows instantly troubled. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t remember much and consequently, he is wound up even worse by the pain he’s in. Then, a shadow falls over his face as someone leans in somewhere above him. Alex’s instincts kick in and he cowers impulsively as he’s suddenly back to fearing for his life. However, this time he doesn’t hear anyone laughing. Instead, the person before him falls down to his knees, gasping weakly.
“Oh my God,” the voice sobs, “Alex! Thank God!”
Then, rather than pain, he finds warmth. Hot tears are landing at his chest while nervous fingers begin to stroke his cheek.
“M-Miles?”
