Dreams, nightmares, vividly lucid hallucinations … and most of all; PAIN.
This was the recurring theme during the time Zavier spent unconscious. When the young man finally stirred from the abyss of endless nightmares that had threatened to swallow him, a flood of memories and pain besieged Zavier like a host of enemies lying in ambush.
Not even affording him time to collect himself, all the previous worries that had plagued him before rushed towards the surface of his mind, and with blinding speed they latched onto his consciousness like parasites, feeding off of his paranoia and enflaming his already deep seated fear of the unknown.
Zavier's eyes slowly opened and the first thing he saw was Alissa dozing off next to him. Clearly she had been assigned the duty of watching him, but even at a task as simple as this, Alissa had somehow managed to botch it.
