There was silence... and then, a small flicker, a faint sign of hope.
Medical equipment beeped in their usual rhythmic drone as the boy came to; his environment was entirely alien to him, a pure white room with no decoration aside from some assorted hospital devices. He looked around, he lay on a plain bed, and a ordinary drawer lay next to it. Probes, injection tubes, and several other things were pressed against, sticking to, or poking out of his body.
'How did I... get here...' Haya thought as he continued to examine his situation, his familiar robes had been replaced by a drab medical dress, and that wasn't all that looked different; his legs looked thin... no, all of him looked thin, and felt thin, and WAS thin. It took a concentrated effort for Haya to bring his hand into view, it looked withered, old, decayed.
'That's right- I was in an accident.' the memory started to come back to him, an unfortunate structural failure in the obstacle course had caused a sizable amount of rubble to fall onto himself and his classmates. They were all buried; Haya understood that he was lucky to be alive right now, he started to wonder- did everyone else survive that accident? He would have to find out as soon as he could.
Part of him was afraid the answer would be no.
But for now he would just have to wait, he pulled himself into a somewhat upright sitting position; it took far more effort than it should have but he wouldn't accept just lying down, surely he'd done enough of that by now.
WC: 268
Medical equipment beeped in their usual rhythmic drone as the boy came to; his environment was entirely alien to him, a pure white room with no decoration aside from some assorted hospital devices. He looked around, he lay on a plain bed, and a ordinary drawer lay next to it. Probes, injection tubes, and several other things were pressed against, sticking to, or poking out of his body.
'How did I... get here...' Haya thought as he continued to examine his situation, his familiar robes had been replaced by a drab medical dress, and that wasn't all that looked different; his legs looked thin... no, all of him looked thin, and felt thin, and WAS thin. It took a concentrated effort for Haya to bring his hand into view, it looked withered, old, decayed.
'That's right- I was in an accident.' the memory started to come back to him, an unfortunate structural failure in the obstacle course had caused a sizable amount of rubble to fall onto himself and his classmates. They were all buried; Haya understood that he was lucky to be alive right now, he started to wonder- did everyone else survive that accident? He would have to find out as soon as he could.
Part of him was afraid the answer would be no.
But for now he would just have to wait, he pulled himself into a somewhat upright sitting position; it took far more effort than it should have but he wouldn't accept just lying down, surely he'd done enough of that by now.
WC: 268