Till lets out a pained groan and slowly looks about the room. It was bright. Saturated yellow and white lights shine into his eyes, blinding him and forcing him to squint. His head was ringing and there was an intense aching sensation that was shooting throughout the entirety of his body. Till could barely feel his limbs. Everything felt so heavy.

Another wave of pain hits him like a freight train and forces his body to involuntarily shiver. Memories from a few hours prior begin flooding back to him all at once and another, louder, cry escapes him.

Till clutches his head with one hand and his side with the other. He could feel the effects of the sedatives wearing off which only causes further torment. This was a common occurrence for Till. He’d rebel, then his 'alien owner' would punish him in all sorts of cruel, unimaginable ways in hopes of breaking his spirit and forcing Till to become more docile.

Before he knew it, Till could feel tears of hatred burning within his eyes. He hated everything. He hated everyone. He'd wish it all would just go away. Till's body lurches forward and be steadies himself with a palm planted on the cold, hard ground. His stomach was churning due to the high dosages of medication the aliens administered to him.

After his stomach empties onto the ground, Till stumbles to his feet. He couldn't contain anymore of his tears for they had become too hot and heavy for his eyes. He is slowly making his way towards the door when it suddenly swings opened and a familiar, frantic, figure comes into view. Till flinches, standing there in shock. Why… Why must this pathetic state of his have to be witnessed, and by his crush nonetheless?