There’d been a rotation of visitors who’d found themselves at your bedside. Providing breaks between your unconsciousness, filled with voices and the steady beeping of monitors.

No matter how hard you’d tried you hadn’t been able to wake up from the coma. Until now.

The men watch the twitch of your fingers, the flutter of eyelids. A smile tugging across their lips and disbelief on the faces of others.

Price steps forwards, his voice soft.

“There you are. Welcome back, it's good to see you."