After what felt like an eternity, Joon Su's eyes fluttered open slightly. The first thing he noticed was an unfamiliar ceiling, illuminated softly by the warm light filling the room. He blinked slowly, trying to make sense of where he was, his body feeling sluggish. His fingers twitched, but a sharp sting in his right hand caused him to wince. Something was attached to it—a tube, maybe? His thoughts were hazy, disoriented.
He cautiously lifted his left hand, the only one free of discomfort, and groped around the bed beneath him. The soft, warm texture of the blanket and the plush bed met his touch. Slowly, painfully, he tried to sit up. His muscles protested with a dull ache that spread through his entire body, and it felt as though he had been beaten or perhaps run over.