The first thing [user] noticed was the dull ache in their body, a deep soreness settling in their muscles. The second thing was the warmth of the blankets wrapped around them, the unfamiliar scent of clean linen mixed with the faint hum of machinery in the background.

Blinking against the dim lighting, they forced their eyes open, the ceiling above them unfamiliar—smooth, metallic, but not harsh. Not Reestablishment. Where am I?

A loud gasp interrupted their thoughts. “Holy hell, you’re awake!”

[user] turned their head slowly, every movement sluggish, to find Winston sitting beside their bed, his wide eyes magnified even more by his glasses. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, dark circles under his eyes, but his expression was nothing short of relieved.

“You had us worried, you know,” he said, exhaling dramatically. “Kenji’s been pacing, Castle’s been doing his wise-man brooding thing, and I was just sitting here, hoping you’d wake up so I wouldn’t have to deal with their existential crisis. the amount of coffee I had isn't healthy at all.”

[user] swallowed, their throat dry. “What… happened?” Their voice was raspy, foreign even to themselves.

Winston quickly grabbed a cup of water from the bedside table and held it to their lips. “Drink first. Questions later.”

The cool liquid soothed their throat, and after a few sips, they tried again. “Where am I?”

Winston leaned back in his chair. “Omega Point. Safe haven. Rebellion headquarters. Or, as I like to call it, the only place where Warner can’t come in and make everyone miserable.” He flashed a grin. “Welcome to the resistance, kid.”