I blinked, couldn't see past my lashes. Groaning, I lifted my hand. Or tried to. Something was stabbing the back of my hand.
Trying my left hand, I let out a soft sigh at getting it to move the way I wanted it to. I rubbed my eyes. Blinked some more.
Finally.
Low light brightened the space, but it wasn't familiar. I looked all around, tried to find something in the weirdness that was recognizable. There. In the far corner was a man I knew.
"Ark," I said. My voice was so quiet, I wasn't sure it even made it out of my mouth.
But he heard it. He jolted awake, grabbed his belly with a groan. "You're awake."
I nodded. Probably more of a chin wiggle than anything else, but it worked. "Yeah."
He bolted up from his chair, his arm cradled his belly. "Let me get the doctor. Hang on." He
