His vision was blurry, he couldn’t make out the room around him but he could feel things. Dark Cacao felt a soft pillow beneath his head, a blanket draped over his legs, and warm hands on his skin. It all felt warm, so warm, too warm.

He let out a frustrated grunt and he felt like he was moving his arm, he could imagine it moving but his limbs were numb and he couldn’t tell. He groaned and tried pushing everything away, the hands, the blanket, the warmth. He hadn’t felt warmth in such a long time.

“Off,” He muttered, his voice hoarse and for a second he didn’t know if it was really him speaking. “Off.” He repeated, his vision cleared just a bit, he didn’t recognize that hair.

“Off!” He finally shouted, his voice returned to him as well as his limbs, just as he went to shove the stranger away blinding pain shot through his body. A pained shout tore through his throat and he froze, if he moved it would hurt. He couldn’t move.