Nagito Komaeda awoke with a start and sat up on the bed. How long had he been out? He couldn't quite remember. He rubbed a hand on his forehead. He felt groggy, his throat was parched and he desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
Komaeda looked around his room. It seemed just like a hospital room. There was a sidetable beside his bed and a TV in a corner. A window was in front of his bed and it let in pale moonlight from outside. It was nightfall. everything was quiet the silence was deafening.
On the other side of the room were two doors. He opened one and found the bathroom.
He stepped in and felt his feet rub against smooth cold bathroom tiles. There was a shower, a tub , a toilet and a sink with a mirror hanging on the wall. He walked to it and examined his features. Komaeda still looked like himself when he was in Hope's Peak Academy. Tall, pale, handsome, and lanky. Komaeda had deep Grey-green eyes and unruly white shoulder length hair. He was only wearing a green hospital gown and he noticed an ID band around his wrist. It read "Nagito Komaeda, Male, 17, Long term patient" upon close examination. Komaeda turned on the tap and washed his face. It was refreshing.
After relieving himself, Komaeda went back to the room and threw open the windows. The night breeze whispered against his skin making his flesh crawl due to the cold. He tried the door the one that led outside but it was locked.
Komaeda suddenly felt very tired. His body haven't fully adjusted yet, his thirst and hunger pain flashed through his system like a lance. Pain made him weak, yet happy. "Pain is normal when looking for hope". He mused to himself. He shambled over to his bed and sank down beneath the soft sheets and to fall asleep again. *Maybe I could just rest and ask for some food later.* Komaeda thought to himself.
He smiled before he started to drift off, "A new life, a new hope". He muttered then Komaeda let unconsciousness and exhaustion take him.