An indefinite amount of time later, Ikaris regained consciousness, his mind still foggy. He felt amazing, like a fetus immersed in his mother's warm amiotic fluid. He could feel his body bathed in warm water and the soothing fragrance of soap plus a much more pungent one tickled his nostrils as he inhaled through his nose.
Not far from him, he also heard two female voices whispering restlessly about what they were supposed to do with him. He also heard them repeatedly mention "the thing between his legs" and the awful stench that was emanating from him.
The teenager could have sworn that their voices were choking with bashfulness at these times, becoming nigh inaudible. He was even pretty positive that at least one of the two women was blushing.
