The strangely foul but sweet smell assaults his nose. He senses someone's hand on his head, gently running her fingers in his hair. There's a stinging pain in his abdomen -- and he can guess how the original owner died. The wounds are neatly dressed with tight bandages. The leftover effect of the fever is still in his body.
This man must have died after getting wounded and then battling the fever for days. As usual, he must have slipped into this body as soon as the original owner died.
The bed is quite comfortable, and it makes him somewhat uncomfortable. Is he some rich man's son again? Hopefully, this one doesn't have a girlfriend or a wife. He can't deal with those.
