The constant beeping of the machine drew the sleeping boy from his unconscious state. He groaned at the pain that was etching his whole body like he'd been gang beat. His eyes felt heavy bit he still wanted to see where he was. Battling with himself, he peered his opens but shut them back close with a hiss at the blinding light. He gritted his teeth trying to trying to contain the splitting headache he was feeling. After a few deep breaths, he gain tried to pry his eyes open and carefully, he peeped again. He wanted to turn his eyes to look at the side but his neck felt restrained.
Growing, he peered from the corner of his eyes and realised the foul smell he was smelling initially was that of disinfectants and medicine. He was in the hospital!
