HIS WHOLE BODY FELT NUMB. It was the scent of disinfectant and humidity that woke Byron up from his deep slumber. Slowly opening his eyes, he was then greeted by a plain white ceiling.
The silence echoing inside the room was heavy, making the occasional drop of water from his dextrose and the humming of the machine attached to him deafening.
For the first time in what seemed like a very long time, he could tell how cold the air seeping into his nose was. It was all weird to him—almost foreign.
"Where am I?" he whispered. However, having nobody inside the room with him, no one answered him, and it made his patience run thin. He tried to raise his head a bit, but a sting seared through his neck. It felt like a thousand needles pricked his skin and a boulder was placed on top of him to kee
