'It's so peaceful…'
The surrounding was quiet, Andrew could fell his hands and lips. His fingers were no colder he could feel complete control over his body. As he started to come to, he realized he was in a completely unfamiliar place.
The tingling sensation in his ears grew louder, and he realized that it was the sound of his own heartbeat.
'I am alive…But How…?'
He remembered feeling like he was dying, but now he was here, in this darkness.
'Is this Death…?'
'Is this… what is it like to be dead…?
*Tick* *Tock*
'What's this…? A clock…?'
'Didn't I died…?' Andrew whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the darkness. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He didn't know how much time had passed or where he was. All he knew was that he was alive, and that was something.
'Ah… my body… I feel no strength!'
As he tried to sit up, Andrew realized that he was still weak and dizzy. His head was pounding and his body ached. He lay back down, taking deep breaths and trying to relax.
The darkness was suffocating, and the only sound he could hear was the ticking of a clock. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt heavy, as if they were glued shut.
He felt a sense of confusion and disorientation wash over him. He couldn't remember how he had gotten here or where he was.
The last thing he remembered was the pain of being stabbed, and now he was here, in this place of darkness and silence.
'Wasn't I stabbed…?'
'The pain… Its gone now…'
He lay there, trying to make sense of his surroundings and his situation. He knew he had to fight to survive, to find a way out of this darkness and back to the light. He focused on his breathing and started to move his fingers, then his toes, hands, and legs.
He could feel the control of his body slowly coming back to him, and he knew that he had to keep fighting. He could feel the softness of a mattress beneath him and tried to move, but his body was still weak, and he opened his eyes.
'I… I'm alive…'
'Maybe I was saved!'
He couldn't see anything, but he could hear the clock and feel the softness of a mattress beneath him. He tried to move, but his body was still weak, and he couldn't open his eyes.
He started to feel a sense of confusion, he started to feel a sense of hope, he might have a chance to live again. He knew he had to be strong and take control of his body again, he had to fight to survive.
He started to move his fingers, and toes, then hands, and legs. He started to feel the control of his body coming back to him, he knew that he had to fight to live.
As he opened his eyes, he saw a ceiling above him. The room was dimly lit, as he focused on the ceiling, he noticed that it was made of smooth concrete and had a strange symbol painted on it. He couldn't make out what it was, but it looked like a series of interlocking circles and lines. He had never seen anything like it before.H't f
He looked at his left hand again and saw that the bandages were covering something. He gently unwrapped them, revealing some minor scratches. He couldn't believe it. He remembered being stabbed and bleeding out, but now there wasn't even a small scar.
'Is it even my body…'
'How could I not have any wound on my abdomen'
He felt a sense of confusion and unease. He couldn't understand how this was possible. He had been stabbed, he had lost consciousness and he had been in a hospital, how could he be healed so quickly? He felt a sense of unease and uncertainty wash over him.
As he looked around the room, he noticed that it was unlike any hospital room he had ever seen. The walls were painted a pale blue and were adorned with tasteful art pieces. The curtains were made of rich, heavy fabric and were drawn back to let in the natural light. The furniture was made of gleaming wood and looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel.
He saw a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall opposite his bed, and a small table next to it was stacked with books and magazines. There was a comfortable-looking armchair in the corner of the room, and a large window that offered a stunning view of the city.
He could hear the sound of water flowing, and he noticed a small fountain in the corner of the room. The sound was soothing and calming, and he felt a sense of peace wash over him.
He slowly turned his head to the side and saw a small table next to his bed with a glass of water and a small note. He tried to reach for the note, but his arm felt heavy and weak. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath before trying again. This time, he managed to grab the note and read it.
The note read: "Welcome! You have been chosen for a special program. Do not be afraid, all will be explained in due time."
Andrew felt a knot form in his stomach as he read the note. He didn't understand what was happening or what this "special program" was. He felt a sense of dread and fear wash over him as he lay there in the strange room, unsure of what the future held.
He realized he needed to find answers, he needed to know what had happened to him and how he had been healed.
The door to the room opened, and the sound of someone's footsteps reached Andrew's ears. Despite his pain, he bent forward to try and get a glimpse of who was coming. He didn't recognize the person, but the person stood still after looking at him.
Maybe he recognized Andrew?
"Young... Young Master..." the person said, their voice filled with shock. They froze for a moment before turning and running away, shouting for a doctor.
"Doctor! … Doctor! …" he cried and ran away within a blink of an eye.
Andrew was confused by the stranger's reaction.
'What the hell, did he see a ghost?' He thought as he struggled to understand what was happening.