Urgh!
In a bright white room full of greenish-blue curtains and blue hospital beds, Lucien was lying on top of one such bed.
IV drips were connected to his arm, and bandages were wrapped all around his body.
His eyelids were flickering as he slowly regained his consciousness.
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, completely white, void of any texture or color.
'I feel like shit.'
Those were the first words he uttered after waking up from his slumber.
"I thought I sensed something."
He heard an extremely serene and calming voice speaking in a low tone right next to him.
Urgh!
He wanted to turn his head around to see who it was, but the extreme soreness he felt stopped him from doing so.
"Don't move." The calming voice panicked.
A concerned face appeared right above his eyes, and gentle hands adjusted his head once again.
The guy had silky, charcoal black hair, waving down his face, and his eyes were the same color.
