In the middle of the night, the person in the bed finally stirred. Clyde's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the haze. His mind felt heavy, sluggish, like a thick fog clouded his thoughts. For a moment, he only stared at the ceiling, disoriented, trying to make sense of where he was.
The smell of disinfectant, the faint beeping sound of a machine nearby, and the IV drip to his side made him realise this was a hospital.
Why was he here?
He turned his head slightly, and the movement made his skull throb. His head ached, sharp pain spreading to his temple. Instinctively, he tried to raise his hand to press against it, but his fingers were stuck.
His gaze dropped sluggishly, following his hand. In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, something caught his eye, something bright and dazzling. Strands of silver-white hair shimmered, blinding him for a split second, pulling him back from his dazed confusion.
