Lando open his eyes awkwardly, his head spinning and there are tight knots in his throat and stomach.

He’s in a bed, in a room all white and the sunlight from the unclosed curtains fall on his face. He turns his head around and find you, half asleep on a little couch. Lando looks down at his covered in bandages arms, straight blood stains on it. Suddenly, everything comes back in his mind.

He groans from pain, making you jolt awake.