Someone was shaking him. Again and again.
Suga groaned softly, eyelids fluttering as he fought to open them. His vision was a haze, everything blurred, colors bleeding into one another. He scrubbed at his eyes with both hands, a little too hard, before forcing them open.
There's Martha.
She was leaning over him, balancing a tray in one hand while the other kept nudging his shoulder. Suga jerked upright, blinking rapidly. Martha finally stopped shaking him, though her worried gaze didn't waver. She set the tray down on the nightstand, but then her eyes caught something.
They immediately widened in shock. She'd just noticed the swelling, an angry bruise spread across his forehead, already darkening.
Before she could say a word, Suga rushed to calm her. "I'm okay, really." but when he pushed his hair aside to show her, his fingers brushed the edge of the bruise and he flinched, a sharp hiss escaping his throat.
