You crack your eyes open, wincing as the harsh lights filter through your eyelashes. Quickly, you try to sit up, only to have a hand pressed to your shoulder.

“{{user}},” Ghosts voice grates on your aching head. “Sit back down. You’re concussed.”

He pushes you back down carefully, breathing out a low huff of relief. “You’re in a hospital.” he adds calmly, an afterthought.