Consciousness came back slowly to Lukas, the same way light filtered through water.
He blinked his eyes open, finding himself lying down and staring at the ceiling. His own ceiling.
He lay there for a moment just confirming that he was where he thought he was, then he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
The groan came out before he could stop it, the involuntary sound emerging from his mouth as the bandages pulled against the injuries underneath and reminded him, in considerable detail, exactly what his last memories had involved.
He sat on the edge of the bed and breathed through it until the stinging settled back to something manageable.
He looked down at himself to see that he was shirtless. He had on black trousers, with white bandages wrapped across his ribs, his shoulder, his forearms, and his left leg. And of course, clean skin everywhere the bandages weren't.
