Vincent slowly woke up from his slumber. His mind was foggy and he could barely feel anything. As his eyes began to perceive more details about his surroundings, he discovered that he was surrounded by white.
White ceiling, White bulkheads, White furniture. White bed.
"This.. where am I? Why do I feel so.. fuzzy?"
"Vincent! You're finally awake!"
He looked to the side, only to see his girlfriend looking at him with concern and happiness.
As she was wearing a hazard suit right now, Vincent figured out that not a lot of time had passed since he was forcibly put to sleep.
"The battle..?" He weakly groaned.
