Consciousness flickered on and off…
Kai's mind kept switching from numb to busy at a sickening pace, leaving him nauseous and disoriented. At times he would wake… though at most half conscious… The first time he found himself being carried by someone in a well furnished room and gently being laid down on a bed, the second time he thought he saw Tyson and a blonde girl talking quietly on a bed beside his. Finally, he woke for a third time, though this was the most lucid state of mind compared to the previous. He slowly opened his eyes and realized he was staring at a ceiling, painted red by the sun; whether it was rising or setting he couldn't tell. The softness of what he was laying on suggested a bed, then realized there were covers as well, and a pillow…
As far as he could tell, he was alone in the room but the other bed hinted that it had been used recently, perhaps by that blonde girl…
A fuzzy memory told him that girl had been Max, but he didn't know why…
A second later, another fuzzy memory swirled around in his head, but he couldn't grasp it; it swam just beyond his reach each time it came around, as if taunting him…
Finally, he caught it… It reminded him of something, something bad that had happened.
To me? He asked the ceiling, To someone I know?
He didn't understand, just that it was something very bad…
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath; his head ached and his mind still spun wildly, but he could think more clearly than the other times he could remember. Actually, his mind was the only thing working so far…
His body felt numb yet at the same time prickled, especially his chest; cold, even though he was under thick blankets. He tried to move his arm, but the most he managed was to stretch and clench his fingers. He tried the same with the other hand, then worked up to twisting his wrists; a little of the numbness in the arms wore off and he was finally able to move them, at least to get himself more comfortable.
Looking around the room again, he found the window, two large screen doors that could slide in one way or the other. The long white curtains rippled with a gentle breeze, moving enough for him to see that the sun was setting; deep orange shades and crimson red streaked the sky, followed by purple and navy blue. A couple of stars dotted the growing darkness, but they were more often than not covered with fat clouds racing each other.
"That's why I'm cold…" He muttered to himself.
Murmurs suddenly caught his attention; he realized there were voices in the other room…
Ray… He noted, And Tyson too…
He couldn't recognize all of them, but he was sure of those two. There was someone talking with a deeper voice, an adult, and another one that sounded tired, as if old; that one sounded familiar, but he couldn't identify whom. He was also heard… Kenny, but he wasn't sure. He wanted to know what they were talking about, but found himself too weak and tired to move out of bed.
All of a sudden, a yawn sneaked up on him and he realized that his mind and senses were slowly shutting down again…
He struggled to remain awake but that proved rather difficult; his eyelids were heavy and his bed was so soft and comforting…
Damn… He thought before falling asleep.
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I apologize for the length (or lack thereof) of this chapter. This was meant as a bridge between the first one and the third one…
Ps: Again, this will be prone to changes.