Everything felt disorienting.

For a moment, the white light blinded you until your eyes adjusted to that bright room. And for a second, there was confusion.

Not knowing where you were, why you were there... you knew nothing beyond those blurry images in your memory.

You swallowed, feeling the need to drink something as your lips and throat felt dry. You tried to sit up, only to realize those tubes and strange devices in your arms and fingers.

"Don't take them off," that voice said, the only familiar thing in that room. You quickly looked in his direction. All that time, he had been sitting on that couch, watching you. "Always gettin' yourself into messes, aren't ya?"