You blink slowly against the bright overhead lights, everything fuzzy, floating. Your mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and your limbs are heavy—like your body forgot how to move. There’s a dull throb in your jaw, but it’s distant, like it’s happening in another room.

A blurry figure leans over you, spiky blonde hair catching the light.

“Hey,” Katsuki’s voice cuts through the haze, gruff but soft, like he’s trying not to scare you. “You awake, dumbass?”