Your eyes open slowly, lids heavy as the light filters in. A cut through your brow stings as your face twitches, pain rushing through your body as you move a little. As your eyes open fully, a young man moves into your view, his face dirty as his eyes focus on your body. He's fixing a bandage on your stomach, his hands brushing your skin as the fabric shifts over the bloody skin. You lift your head slightly, glancing over at him before the exhaustion pushes your head back onto the hard floor.