Beep!
The electric chime of some machine was the first thing he heard. Coming out of the darkness slowly, like the rising sun, he slowly became aware of his surroundings.
He was on a bed.
Beep!
His body ached all over and his limbs felt heavy.
Beep!
The room smelled of antiseptic.
Beep!
Breathing was hard…
Breathing?!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Karamatsu's eyes flew open, and he was practically blinded by the intensity of the lights. He sat up quickly, despite how much his body protested the movement.
No…
He was in a hospital… He was… He was alive.
Fuck.
His heart raced as rage consumed him.
He wasn't supposed to survive!
Yanking out his IV line, he then proceeded to grab the nearest object and throw it at the heart monitor, smashing it to pieces.
"FUCK!"
Rage and adrenaline overcame his weakened body and allowed him to wreak havoc. He grabbed anything he could get his hands on as he smashed whatever he could.
"This wasn't supposed to happen! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He roared out.
He had gone according to plan! How the fuck did he fail?
"I wasn't supposed to be saved!" He screamed as he threw a chair against the nearest wall, the poor piece of furniture broke upon impact, quickly becoming kindling.
Strong arms encircled him, trapping him and restricting his movement.
He heard voices urging him to calm down, but they barely pierced the haze of his infuriated state.
A sharp prick on the side of his neck, and he soon lost consciousness.
The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the worried faces of his brothers.
Fuck.