"Ugh..."
A groan.
Soft and weak, barely above a whisper.
And then slowly, I began to feel it again.
Clarity.
I didn't die?
The thought slithered into my mind as light streamed through my blurred vision. I blinked rapidly.
"Ugh…" I groaned again, this time with more edge. My throat was dry, my body stiff.
Sigh.
Still can't move.
Splendid. Just fucking splendid.
"You're awake."
A voice. Clear. Gentle. Too gentle.
I tried to tilt my head, to look in the direction the voice came from.
Nothing.
Not even a twitch.
Sigh.
I hate this.
I HATE THIS.
It feels just like Earth again—right after the accident. The paralysis. The hospital walls. The helplessness.
The way I had to rely on others just to exist.
I hate it. I hate having to depend on people. On their pity. On their fake sympathy. On their eyes that only saw a broken, useless body.
On people who smiled at you like you weren't already choking on your own shame.
On people who...
Sigh.
Fuck.
