He wakes up...
Or maybe..., he feels conscious.All around, there's white noise; a gentle buzz that's just present. It's not irritating or anything; it's.... just there.
He stirrs. There's a giddy feeling, which makes him let out a soft moan.
He opens his eyes, and sees blurry figures of blue, moving against a bright-lit background.
One of them is very nearby and soon, he feels a pressure on his torso, as hands push him back onto something soft...
He moans softly again and blinks, trying to focus. This time, he sees a woman, wearing blue. She's gently adjusting a pillow against his head...
She looked at him. In her brown eyes was a soft smile... it made him feel choked. But... he couldn't think why...
"He's awake", said the woman.
"We'll see now..", replied a second male voice, but it too, was very mild....
Next moment, he felt something being wrapped around his arm.
Then came a tightening sensation; his arm felt as if someone was squeezing it down. It got so painful, that he let out a yelp.
Suddenly, the squeezing stopped and his arm was released. He felt quite dizzy by now, and hoped they would stop torturing him like this and let him stay in peace.
Then came a blinding flash of light. Soon it was extinguished. But he was seeing circles inside his eyes....
"Well... his functions are normal....", said the same male voice.
He didn't want to open his eyes. He was still seeing bright circles inside his eyes... he wished it would stop.... Eventually, they did and, he thought to open his eyes.
"Hello..", said the soft-spoken man.
He just blinked, taking in the surroundings... and feeling his limbs... he tried to move his toes... they wiggled. He tried to swallow. His mouth felt parched. He could tell he was inside a brightly-lit, white-washed room, on a bed.. there were also two other people, wearing blue. He looked down at himself. And... realised that he too, was wearing something blue... what is this..?
He looked up at the strangers, who were both looking at him, as if waiting for him to say something. He didn't know what to say... so he kept quiet.
After a few minutes, he looked up at them again, expectantly. He wanted to demand them and ask them what was happening... but words didn't come out.
Silence dragged on.., until the middle-aged man spoke again.
"Hello, young John...," the man smiled softly, "we were wondering if you could tell us something about yourself...." he looked at him, eyes twinkling, as if expecting him to make a speech about himelf.
He didn't know what to say; and just.. looked on at the man, and then he turned to look at the woman. She was looking at him with so much pity and kindness in her eyes, it was almost as if she was trying hard not to cry...
She reached out a hand and stroked his cheek, biting her lip. A tear escaped and slowly went down her face. He watched, as a piercing pain shot through his heart. He could feel her pain... he could feel his own eyes becoming wet....
"You poor thing....", she whispered.
He let out a soft sigh and tried to contort his face into a smile.., as if to assure them that, it was okay... but failed.
He just shook his head and looked on...... after all, how can he say something that he does not remember?
