Clyde struggled to open his heavy eyes. His eyelids seemed to be stuck with glue it took extra effort to open them.
He didn't know if this was because his body was still weak, or indeed because there was glue holding his eyelids together.
Whichever it was, it didn't matter now. Clyde was finally able to open his eyes and let light into them.
The first thing he saw was a white ceiling with several neon lights. Nuances like this usually exist in a hospital or treatment room.
Seeing that, Clyde was sure that he was being treated by somebody. The last time he remembered was when several people came and helped him before Rodney killed him.
He didn't remember much because he already lost consciousness at that time.
Maybe they are the ones currently taking care of him, somehow. Clyde couldn't be one hundred percent sure and he was just thinking random things.
