Opening his eyes, sounds of machines beeping caught kan's attention. He could hear footsteps past the door closing him from the outside world.
He looked around to see he was on a bed surrounded by multiple equipments which quickly gave away his location.
He was in a hospital room.
The hospital room was a blend of sterility and comfort. Stark white walls surrounded him, illuminated gently by the soft glow of overhead lights. The air held a faint scent of antiseptic, mingling with a subtle undertone of fresh linens.
The bed, upon which Kan lay, was pristine and inviting, dressed in crisp white sheets that cradled him in a cocoon of clean comfort. An array of machines flanked his bedside, their screens emitting a steady glow, punctuated by the occasional rhythmic blip or beep. They hummed with a sense of purpose, each monitor and apparatus a vigilant guardian of his well-being.
