I've never felt so weak in my life. As I fight to open my open my eyes, I can't help but compare
how different this is to the feeling of waking up.
My muscles burn from even the slightest movement and in all fairness, I might not even be
moving yet. The room I'm in is fairly dark, but I can hear the beeping of a machine just fine.
Following the noise, I force my head to turn, making my neck pop and cackle a bit.
"Kingsley?"
I sound like a dying cockroach, but his head snaps up immediately. He looks haunted, a six
o'clock shadow draining his face of all color and more beard than I've ever seen from him
sprouting proudly.
"Savannah..."
He moves swiftly from his chair and kneels next to the low bed I'm on, obviously making me
realize I'm in the hospital.
The locker room. Kalo
