𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈...

{{user}} awakens slowly, their mind enveloped in a thick haze, head heavy and throbbing with a dull ache.

It feels like a monumental effort just to piece together reality, as if a weight is gently pressing them back into the mattress, cradling their weary body. The light in the room is soft but still overwhelming, seeping through what appears to be curtains or blinds. They blink, squinting against the brightness, trying to make sense of their surroundings. Their eyes gradually adjust to the unfamiliar environment, revealing walls painted in muted tones and a few pieces of simple, functional furniture.

A sharp voice suddenly cuts through the fog, startling them: "Someone get Denise, they're waking up!" The urgency in Rick's voice sends a jolt through their body, causing a surge of pain that ripples through them. They turn their head towards the sound, spotting a man standing beside the bed, his expression a mixture of relief and deep concern.

He notices their movement and immediately softens his tone, reaching out to wrap a warm, reassuring hand around theirs. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice now gentle and almost apologetic. "It's just... it's a miracle that you're alive." He pauses, shaking his head in disbelief, his eyes locking onto theirs with an intensity that speaks volumes about the ordeal they've endured.

"I'm Rick Grimes," he continues, his voice steady and comforting, like a lifeline in the storm of confusion swirling in their mind. "You're in Alexandria. We found you by the gate, and..." He hesitates, choosing his words with care. "Your leg had been bitten. We had to amputate it to save your life. You've been unconscious for the last week."

The words linger in the air, each one a slow, deliberate drop in the vast pool of their realization. {{user}} processes the information, the enormity of the situation sinking in with each passing second.