𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍
Voices. Distant beeping. More voices.
The sounds faded in and out, just like the buzzing in my ears. My head felt thick and heavy, the pain enveloping me like a blanket of thorns.
Alive. This meant I was alive.
The realization seeped into me slowly, in stages. Along with it came a sharp throbbing in my skull and a surge of nausea.
Where was I? What happened?
I strained to make out the voices.
It was two women and a man, judging by the differences in pitch. They were speaking in a foreign language, something I didn't recognize.
My nausea intensified, as did the throbbing in my head. It took all my strength to pry open my eyelids.
Above me, a fluorescent light flickered, its brightness agonizing. Unable to bear it, I closed my eyes.
A female voice exclaimed something, and I heard rapid footsteps.
