Mattew slowly opened his eyes again, feeling the heaviness still clinging to his body like a thick fog. His vision was slightly blurred at first, and the sterile white ceiling of the hospital came into focus as he blinked a few times to clear his sight.
When he turned his head, he saw Alistair sitting close by. Her posture was tense, and her eyes carried a clear mix of worry and relief, as if she had been watching over him without rest.
Mattew tried to push himself up, but the weakness in his body made even the smallest movement feel difficult. Alistair immediately leaned in and placed a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him down.
“Mattew, don’t move,” she said softly but firmly. “You still need to rest properly.”
His voice came out rough when he spoke. “Get me out of here.”
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